Prose - The Fed
It started with old King George III
Who forbade the printing of currency
The colonies rose in anger
And cried out, “This is larceny!”
They demanded representation
But the bankers in England knew
If the colonies were allowed to print
Their margins would shrink from view
They say the man holding the kite
Blamed the war on this turn of events
It cannot be proven in any way
But it seems to make dollars and sense
Thomas Jefferson said
"Banks are worse than standing armies"
Yet we admire the man in the suit
And forget about civil liberties
But J P didn't care about that
To him liberty was just a promissory
He knew something had to be done
To earn interest on what was illusory
They met on an island off Georgia
With nothing more in mind
But to write a law in secret
And keep the people blind
Throw in a Rockefeller or two
And a politician named Aldrich
You marry their progeny
And there goes the Republic
A friend of a friend back in '07
Whispered loudly about a nasty rumor
Everyone ran to Stewart's bank
And this time gave their money to Potter
But the boys on the island
Were no mere prophets
They held the lever
And knew all the secrets
The boys bought their man
And Aldrich said, “We must act!”
The Trojan horse had been swallowed
And the truth, history would redact
They never lose
It’s only a matter of time
And soon Wilson emerged
And signed on the dotted line
Our elected officials
Sold our vote
Now they give speeches
While usury fills the boat
And when Kucinich and Paul speak
The bankers sneer at their crazy words
But deep down inside is fear
Because it may rouse the herds
We are too small to be cared about
And they are too big to fail
But if we stand together
Maybe they will hear Gabriel’s wail
The Fed was born and the rest is history
The stars and stripes have faded from view
We occupy a curb waving a green flag
Because money is not red, white or blue