i do not like the greedy bankers
these are certified global swindlers
parading as professionals. Wearing clean
suits, ties & shiny shows. Smiling spotlessly
no! These folks are not friends but foes
they are slave masters. Riding us all
as though we exist to serve their throats
& bear them as burdens
to them we have become beasts of burdens
conveying them to their dreams of excesses
upon rough roads where economic thorns pierce
sharp teeth under our bloody feet
alas! we have been rip off mercilessly
in this odd season
of fiscal frosty weather
as their gluttony feeds upon our fragile future
we are like sheep. And they—Shepard
fleecing our pricey wools for sale
& turning back & loaning us the money
with towering interest rates
we are misled year after year
by these con artists. To places so unfair
places as dry as Sahara desert
& as deep as the chasm of hell
we have become like the Job of the bible
at risk to bankers’ malicious schemes
here, where we sit confusedly  Â
suffering the pains of recession
yes, our world is infested
with these skilled charlatans
the rashes they cause us—the itching
have is yet to heal
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