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Stock Market Blues.
Welcome to the Twenty First Century,
This century of selfishness and greed
Where enough is produced to feed all
Yet millions live hungry and in need.
The puppet leaders of the world
On orders of masters of commerce
Swagger and blunder and display
As things get worse and worse.
And hordes of religious fanatics try
To overthrow established states
With violence and mayhem and
Doctrines of intolerance and hate.
And the Fat Cats in the City
See fortunes expanded and made
By quietly selling supplies in
The burgeoning world arms trade.
Oh its a century of deceit and treachery
But our masters sleep well at night
Satisfied their company's profits
Make their actions both fair and right.
The money changers are back in the temple;
In fact they never really went away
As for the Fat Cats in the city
Every day is Christmas Day.
Such a strange old world really, where
Indulgences are sold and bought;
The Century of The Eleventh Commandment
That says Thou Shalt Not Get Caught,
And might is right
When profit is all
And stocks and shares
Rewardingly both rise and fall.
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Stock Market Blues
Stock Market Blues