I counted money. Stacked it up high. closed my doors To those who asked for help. A woman begged me to save her store boy wanted go school. said no. It was business told myself. sat in office While towns went quiet Factories closed People lost their homes. thought safe. But now lie here And no one remembers me. If could speak again I’d say wrong. That money means nothing breaks people’s lives. built world on greed— maybe someone else Can build better. Maybe they will listen When not. care only counted.