For Jenks. Just say no. There's nothing they can do.
Of course, its name is credit,
And, soon enough, we'll have to go
To starve until we've fed it.
The lenders with their outstretched hands
Insist that we must pay
To fund their silks and golden bands,
But I suggest we say,
"You've made you fortunes skinning us.
Now, sacrifice is due,
And we believe we should discuss
The portion borne by you,
And, should you seek the whole we owe,
We'll shrug. We cannot pay,
And debts will be as dreams, and go
Into the air, away."
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2012-07-29 at 02:55
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A Song for Greece, and Portugal, and Ireland, and Spain, and Italy
We've come upon a beast you know.Of course, its name is credit,
And, soon enough, we'll have to go
To starve until we've fed it.
The lenders with their outstretched hands
Insist that we must pay
To fund their silks and golden bands,
But I suggest we say,
"You've made you fortunes skinning us.
Now, sacrifice is due,
And we believe we should discuss
The portion borne by you,
And, should you seek the whole we owe,
We'll shrug. We cannot pay,
And debts will be as dreams, and go
Into the air, away."
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 40 times
Written on 2012-07-29 at 02:55
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