Sub-Prime Poem by Sandra Martyres

He is a victim of the infamous sub-prime
More by default than by design
He kept lending money and more money
At interest rates that were not funny
Revenues seemed to be accruing
No one sensed the trouble brewing
And they egged him on - his bosses
But that was way before the losses
Now he faces a court of enquiry
To establish that he acted without authority
By throwing caution to the wind
While granting loans he could not rescind
But no one, least of all his bosses will admit
That driven by greed they too did covertly commit
The company's precious resources to NINJAs
The guys with no income, no jobs and no assets
Now, he can only hope that the court will reveal
What his bosses have sought to conceal