Globalization And The Slaughter House Goats Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Like the goats of old
These ones grow increasingly bold
For they see that at the end
There's more food for those who remain in the pen.

So they attract the hedge funds
And those who are of similar minds
To follow their lead
To satisfy their increasing greed.

With loads of capital to entice
They offer rewards to those who play nice
And for those who go against the stream
The consequences can be quite mean.

But wait those sheep that follow so blindly
Are of independent minds, supposedly.
Yet as they are entranced by computer trades
They are entering a hell worse than de Sade's.

For once the commitment is made,
The sheep (or other cattle) that trade,
Are caught up in the method from which there is no end
As they aren't able their trading to suspend.

Greater and greater grow the swings
As the noose is tightened on each new bing
They seek to cover the losses, as before
With an unwillingness to face what's in store.

The goats; Asian central banks,
And those of Petro-dollar ranks
Have discovered the clout of investments
With political, military and/or economic motives.

So Wall Street is to become
A slaughter house for some
As it no longer will be
A place to harbor one's money safely.

And no matter the actions of Gentle Ben
Or the shuffling of Old Greenspan
To provide as sure a bet as before
For the writing's on the wall to notice –
or, sadly, ignore!

Alas, banks and mutual funds that once seemed so wise
Will suffer most severely, I surmise.