The lost gray falls through the painted white,
As the old dark, lays on the new light,
A painful truth is hidden from sight.
That truth a secret for human health,
An observer far off lost himself,
In turn, he found that elusive wealth,
The hidden hand, sent drones of a drone,
Money in hand but a soul to loan.
What heavy toll to pay,
To be able to say,
I have and hold in hand,
Money, Power, and Land.