The Merchants of Menace
The quality of mercy is not strained.
It drops as the gentle rain from heaven
upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesses him that gives and him that takes.
The mightiest within the mightiest; it becomes
the banker better than his yacht, houses and credit cards.
Or his interceptor that shows the full force of his financial power,
the attribute to win awe and respect,
wherein doth sit the want and fears of presidents.
But mercy is above, all the interest paid;
it is enthroned in the hearts of rulers;
it is an attribute of God himself;
and earthly power doth then show like God’s
when mercy seasons payments made
Today the bankers got their pound of flesh,
taken without a drop of their debtors blood,
by trickery and stealth they sold the bond anew,
Conditioning that only bankers would on forfeit be paid,
Today their massive bonuses just keep on rolling in
thanks to discarding rules that friendly politicians gave
The few over the many have once again prevailed,
taking food from mouths of babes never leaving just a scrap,
So the world does bleed and people to riot make,
Named and shamed by the media all clapping all in glee,
whilst the financiers continue in their golden silent anonymity
Their selfish genes now in confidence grow;
Sneering at the masses all suffering down below,
but altruistic genes will in their off springs grow.