IMF Again!

Twice 20 years five hurricanes ago

Missiles flew through the lines of death and votes

Cold war daggers drawn 'gainst imagined foe

Misery acquaints bedfellows cutthroats

Red tide of anger seeking oil and food

Stone-hearted bankers do as bankers would

Slogans multiplied, growth saw slow increase

Bold with need borrowed near and far and wide

While guns poured in to keep the turf of gain and loss

Borrowed some more, mortgaged the countryside

One large invented strip to wound they bound

International Monetary Fund

Tight and coarse, bled the poor to nearly dead

Juiced coffers of the middle class some more

Put the rich in ragged disarray and dread

Burden of debt became a stinking sore

Cold was the phrase from the next government

The IMF Structural adjustment

Two seasons of sorrow, laughter and tears

We learned to lose and lose and lose again

The upper crust began to win the day

Too much tightness sent the voters away

The social left had a symbolic plan

Borrow no more from the IMF man

Until dark times are upon us again

Nations great and small beaten black and blue

Continental shocks quaking greater men

Listen! The cavalry and its pin-striped crew

Hear the wounded and beaten cry “Who’s this?”

Hero IMF with painful remedies