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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