the sharks and crocodiles of the central banks and their idiot minions
The Sharks and Crocodiles of the Central Banks and their Idiot Minions
By Kaleem Raja
I can’t win at a corrupted table
Of mercenaries who have replaced their hearts
With sacks of money
And fools that ask to be parted with their money.
You say it’s not you,
It’s the law
Never once thinking
That you are consenting accessories to the crime
Of crooks that stalk the corridors of power
That write the laws
That serve their personal interests
While you sleep in your beds
Recovering from the body blows of what should be a free working life,
Reserving your energy
So you can get up again and help the money men make more money
And ensnare you further into the capitalist trap.
You are not important.
You’re a willing victim.
You’re part of the problem.
You’re not ordinary everyday people, but prey.
You are not a martyr but a gormless fool.
Did you ever stop to question
The terms and conditions,
The law chapter and verse
That you spout unthinkly
Was made by greedy grasping money-grabbing megalomaniacs,
That would slit their mother’s throats for a pound,
That work tirelessly to line their pockets
With what they pick pocketed out of the donkey’s sack
That you carry around on your sweaty back,
That steal the food out of your children’s mouths,
And the mouths of their children,
And their children.
You were sold a lie
That robbed your lives of the freedom and wellbeing that you were born into.
You queued up round the block to buy what they sold you, what they told you,
With the money you didn’t have,
You thanked your assailant and served tea and cake to your rapist.
And you did it unthinking, unblinking, unaware,
Never once stopping
A freedom of choice,
The right not to be used, not to be abused,
Not to be railroaded,
What am I to do with you who have not the brains to change the inequities
And challenge the status quo?
Your silence and ignorance has spilled into my life,
Has spread weed and disease amongst my garden.
And I am not like you,
Nor want to be, so God help me.
I say no.
Not in my name.
Not on my watch.
Not in my backyard.
And not with my money,
And not with my life,
And nor with the lives of those that I love.
For I know,
Even if you don’t,
That the love of money
Is the root of all evil.
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