Manmade money

Who are we if we are nothing...
If reason stands a chance against no chance
But opportunity still presents a face
And blithely we appreciate, such fate, and chance and grace...
The grace bestowed upon the powerless
One who humbly accepts without care
Then kneels to the ground and remains there
Is something else, but not a gift
Blindness dose not appreciate truth
And truth does not see blindly
What face, a face, of a million faces 
gives kindly,
The paper rolls deep, the coins shimmer
The shimmer catches the corner of the eye
And the eyes are made complacent 
As the ears and voice dissent 
From this...
A name can be whispered into a sea of pure water
But who will see the voice
And who will heed the call
While all the eyes are busy watching
The tempestuous affairs of emotion
And for every coin there is an agent
One wanting more, and getting none
One taking all and getting some
One giving all and getting one
And all come under the same rule of thumb
Blind, deaf and dumb
If we are nothing then who are we
But gifted by the donor
A pure pool of water
to a sightless image of love
Now you asking more, and getting pun
Now you pushing more, and getting thin
Now i don't know, Should i let go or hold on
Manmade money, money never made men