Wealth without Work

Golden towers rise to the sky, Built on dreams that money can buy. Yet beneath the glitter, shadows lurk, Wealth amassed without the work. Hands untouched by sweat or soil, Reap the fruits of others’ toil. Riches gained with ease and speed, Feed the ever-growing greed. Labor’s value cast aside, In the pursuit of wealth and pride. Empty hearts and hollow gains, Echo with the silent pains. True worth lies in effort’s grace, In the sweat that lines the worker’s face. Yet fortunes flow to those who take, Leaving behind a trail of ache. Communities torn by greed’s divide, The wealthy soar, the poor deride. What honor lies in unearned gold, In stories left untold? For wealth should spring from honest strife, From dedication, from a life. Not from shortcuts, nor deceit, But from the work beneath our feet. Look beyond the glittering facade, To find the path that’s truly hard. Where wealth and work in union blend, And every hand can comprehend. A world where effort’s just reward, Is honored, cherished, and adored. Where wealth from work, in hand and heart, Brings true fulfillment, not a part.