Boom, bust, money lust, all that glitters fades, or rusts <br />Sixty trillion hard earned dollars lost, as share markets take a blood bath <br />Institutions preaching temperance, like seven evangelic drunks at Christmas <br />Keeping the junkie hooked up, to an adrenaline rush, don't know whether to cry or laugh <br /> <br />Greed is good, when your at the top, masters of the economy who forgot, what they were taught <br />Counting the economic cost, what good is it to you when you've lost the lot <br />Chained to trouble, toxic debt, mounting problems, no real regret, better yet <br />Pay them a bonus, we'll soon forget, they'll be back next year with an even better bet <br /> <br />Kicking the can down the road, housing finance, banks foreclose <br />Few show courage, a bonus to lose, even fewer show knowledge, counting toes <br />National economies dissolve, Bad money drives out good, souls are sold <br />It's not clear, what you fear, the credit crunch, or the cure <br /> <br />Protocols of derision, masters of the economy, subdivision <br />Politics of division, lead to attrition, No magic formula, only tough decisions and unison <br />Born in the ashes of recession, lie the seeds to future succession <br />Class anger, erupts into class war, while the choice of leadership is poor <br /> <br />Helpless governments, worried families, Sacrificing themselves on the alter of unity <br />Both Looking ahead to a future of redundancy, history will look back with disgust <br />Gilt edge uncertainty, is widespread, The industrial revolution is all but dead <br />Consumers chill, Income disparity, the right to work no longer holds gravity <br /> <br />Money talks, bullshit walks, infected with rabies, the bull now snorts <br />Like Mephistopheles, Money went crazy, and robbed the future with stupid money <br /> <br />Rain wash over me, cleanse my body, set me free <br />Rain wash over me... <br /> <br />Copyright Colin Coplin 2012<br /><br />Colin Coplin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boom-bust/
