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Roman Soldier

At the gates of corporate power a roman soldier lays his trowel
He has built an empire with just salt as his reward
His masters robed in red with gold upon their head
Take all that they can take, leaving just an empty lake
He now stands upon the barren shore, looking at the ruined lands
His life was theirs, loyalty without question, fealty owed to kings
These masters of empire these gods of destruction who all wore golden rings
Ruined by their excess, where now does he go?
And to whom does he have to bow?
 
Looking for his future, and a roof over his head
With Coin of the realm, (and it has an emperor’s head)
He is seeking out the banker, who with stealth has taken over
Our soldier states his case and falls into the bankers cold embrace
Your earnings are now mine and in return I give
This small stone croft way out upon the ridge
Go there now and work until you die
And for my kindness I shall then take the value of your estate
Because the interest due is more than your only stake
 
Our soldier ponders his lament, as once more his life is bent
There is no fairness and where does justice hide her face
The system is corrupt and now we all can see the sate of the account
The banker’s greed has consumed the coin and now their structure falls
Like rabid dogs they scurry looking for those to blame
I say take up this glass and look within and there you will find shame
But as they race, the bank, in its disgrace, rewards them all
for their “hard” work that brought about the country’s fall

The worlds monetary systems are in free-fall; regulated without due diligence, but the Bankers and City people still take their reward. I guess our Roman soldier has seen it all before! I wrote this in 2008, and what a surprise it's now 2013 and not much has changed...

#Exploitation #Greed #PowerUsury

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