By Consensus I own you,

By consensus of me.

Your thoughts, your body, your spirit,

You're nothing without me.

The green, the moolah, making it rain,

I'm the greed that powers your brain.\

Curse me for not being there, 

Curse me for corrupting you.

What am I? But a delicate peice of paper anyway.

By Consensus of you, 

I am valuable. :1

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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