In the shadowed halls of finance
Where numbers dance and fortunes prance,
The banking system thrives, a silent leech,
Feeding on dreams, while souls beseech.
Pull your money, they say, break the chain,
Yet behold the paradox, the cruel refrain.
For when ants rebel, the hive trembles,
Central bankers whisper, their power assembles.
Year after year, the Federal Reserve’s embrace,
Bails out the giants, their fall erased.
While broken families crumble, hearts aflame,
Debt’s cold grip, a merciless game.
Murder for twenty dollars, a desperate plea,
Life’s cheap currency, a twisted decree.
Fake money, valued by collective belief,
Programmed by planners, a grand motif. RC