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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