By Sydney White
Ben Franklin came to
England
Where the streets were
paved with the poor.
Ben Franklin came to
England he looked and his heart was sore.
The people asked him how
he fared.
He said, “We’re doing
well, but why is it
That London looks like a
living hell?
“The Bank of England
chains us all.
For bread they give a
stone.
And though we toil from
dawn ‘til dusk
Nothing do we own.”
The Bank of England welcomed
Ben.
They harkened to his
tale.
Of democracy and colonial
scrip
A peoples’ bank that
could not fail.
Their appraising squint
became a frown
They said “farewell” then
sat them down.
What cursed angel told
him this
“Our schemes are all for
naught.
We’ve sold our very souls
for gold
We won’t share what we’ve
got!”
The bankers’ fists came
pounding down
Honest money was taken
away
In the Colonies, a land
of plenty
There was the devil to
pay!
The streets were quiet
The silence of sorrow
Carpenters today were
beggars
On the morrow.
Nothing left to pay with
Nothing left to borrow.
With orchards full, no
one could pick.
Forest to infinity,
No one could cut a stick.
Fathers shamed by penury,
Children getting sick.
The bankers turned back
to their counting
No intuition struck their
eye
Of anger and frustrating
mounting.
That ought had gone awry.
They wined and dined from
golden plates
Supported by the poor
Until the wild Colonials
won
The Revolutionary War.
But the bankers’ blood
lust never lacked.
They crept and coerced
when
Democracy was slack.
Some Presidents fought
back
Jackson and Lincoln
staunchly led the attack
Then, in 1913, the
Government was sacked.
Woodrow Wilson, on his
deathbed
Bemoaned his crime
What ignorance, what
naivety
What unmitigated nerve,
He cursed himself roundly
For the Federal Reserve.
They entered so quietly
On a calm Christmas night
And in the New Year
Gone were the rights
Of interest-free money
For an honest day’s toil
Replaced with indenture
And the bankers’ smiles
were oil
Since then their net has
circled the Globe
Now every nation is
caught by the throat
With Ben Franklin,
Jackson and Lincoln as well
I say from my heart,
“Damn the Bankers to Hell.”
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