They built a temple with no priest inside,

no banker's hand to skim or slow the flow,

just code and consensus, nothing to hide,

a system where the rules were all you'd know.

Now Robinhood sells "savings" stitched from Morpho,

seven percent, a smart contract, a badge,

the same app my mother used for her Roth

now whispers "DeFi" like it's edgy, like it's rad.

My grandmother kept cash inside a jar

labeled by year, no yield, no smart contract,

just trust in tin and patience, worn but sure,

proof that "no bank between us" was never quite exact.

The dream was trustless. Now it's trust, re-skinned,

a savings jar that calls itself onchain again.