The root of all evil

A Poem by Pendantry

    On the edge          of             perception
         Four horsemen    ride   at the whim
          of those   whose   acts   are dutiless.
            The invisible hand     prevaricates:
                   Nothing    trickles down.
                        Decay at the source.
                              Inevitable
                               outcome.
                                 At the
                                   root
                                   of all
                                  evil is
                                   the
                                     love
                                     of
                                    m
   o
n
e
   y
                                     .