From A Jade Terrace (The Fortress Alley) Poem by Mason Maestro

A contract made, joint-venture tight
Safe in the glow of the conglomerate light
How strange to choose to smother worth
How strange to choose to end the diverse
Dupont, Allstate, Apple, Dell
Fed Ex, GM, Boeing Merrell
Freddy Mac, Amtrak, diesel, propane
Their corporate leanings, it's gone insane
That we would choose to smother worth
That we would choose to end the diverse

Paul Volker and Bernstein, princes of power
Mergers served hot but the taste is sour
The alley holds the jade and bones
And a map is at The Georgia Guidestones
The vested, the vermin, the fortress, the careless
Corporate oligarchs up on the terrace
On Fortune 500, the stocks in place
No fear of the dark, or shame or disgrace
That we would choose to smother worth
That we would choose to end the diverse
It's cold in the board room
The space is too big
Assets aren't enough
And the shares are too thick
They'll show you no weakness
They'll mock you in growth
Berate and deride you
Belittle and chide you
Is it anger or envy, profit or dearth
That we would choose to smother worth
That we would choose to end the diverse