When I was just a lad
I remember riding my bicycle
I took it across the land
for me that was my first cycle
into the world of loss
into the world of gain
my loss become your newly
designed stingray red bike
one that I loved, thought were mine
yet you decided to take ownership.
I wondered that day about property rights
and how we are forced to lock up our gains
Is this a mantra for who we have become
are we so driven by our own need to ascertain
what belongs to me
cannot belong to you
or what I have
is because of you.
Property rights may remain a material item
that allows each of us to imagine owning
a piece of metal or a parcel of land
let no human indiginty become our personal gain.
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