Poem by Vladimir Funduc
Dynasty private banks hate the State
Dynasty private money hate the fate
we all were told,
The world sold all gold. Honey, honey
Private money. Mankind find in mind,
Front page, low wage,
David Ricardo’s dangerous offence,
Makes no sense. Honey, honey
Private money. Interest of money out of nothing,
You knew the true, anything.
Bless confess negligence,
Birth of earth impotence. Honey, honey
Private money. They are not the world to neglect
The true of this world ugly content.
Their hate will attend tough low blow,
Their fate is a soon end down below. Honey, honey
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