Class structure, obliging coinage, asses the 99% as faux-copper presentation, while Washington’s silver eyes reflect light and expose the dark recesses of human containment (addressing the bottom of a purse, underneath couch cushions, (or the classic) fell out of the wallet into the borrower’s back pocket). 

If faces mounted on metal plates are homage to the accomplishments these humans achieved, consider that Washington owned slaves and Lincoln freed them…no wonder parents gift their children with pennies, advising them to “make a wish” and toss them into a publicly owned water fountain, bequeathing onto the tosser the limits of imagination, (American dream eats its heart out). But myth foretells of discovering a head’s up penny as an indication of good luck, the empty gestures are strewn about like pollen stolen from a weed’s bloom, copper dawn breaches the Senate Chamber and debates are had about the fate of Lincoln’s luck, consider a world where only the slave owners are valued as accomplished currency and it’s understood, to the victor go the spoils.