“Why can’t I be rich?” I asked him, as I looked at the wealth all around.
“Why must I live with nothing, when for so many wealth does abound?”
“Why can’t I live in that mansion where artworks and treasures are found?”
“Why can’t I just heap up my money, into a meaningless mound?”
“I couldn’t be rich” he then told me “if I didn’t keep you tightly bound.”
“I can’t live off the fat of the country, without peasants to till the ground.”
I knew as I laboured away then, this system could never be sound.