The Bankers’ Debt Poem by David Chalk

They kept all of their money
And sold all of their debts
To poorer souls than they are
Under the rules they set.

They lived in comfort
They lived in ease
Protected by Government
Whilst poorer lives were squeezed

And now the money flows to them again
As they leech it off their fellow men
And claim the Markets are a God to serve
And claim it loud, with eager verve

They talk of sacrifice
Of hardship and sweat
Of ‘hard choices’ to be set
And yet none of the hardship, suffering or sweat
Are ever by the speakers met

For now the debt must be paid
By those who work
By those who saved.
Whilst those who gambled
And caused our loss
Still fill their pockets
Whilst honest folk pay the cost.