An Ode To The Fat Cats - Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi
Banks and governments have messed up.
Like gamblers betting on everything that moved.
To back a hunch.
Made the bets and lost a bunch.
Evertyhing and the Plot.
Redneck pressure and Congress.
Trying to bail out the US.
What about the rest of us>
Paying through the nose.
I'm not paying the taxes.
Just for someone else's mistake.
Was a different story, when the profits came in.
Raked in like a gardeners with some leaves.
Bankers and financiers.
Modern day thieves.
Robbing the ordinary to feed the Devil.
Satisfying thierr selfish greed.
Geckos once said that greed was good.
Biut I'll laugh when tge bankers come crying, for food.
They say that the meek will inherit the eart.
Hope that moment some comes forth.
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