To Many Cons by Talile Ali
'Come on, Make a million! '
selling money notes
buying Forclosed housing
investing in hopes
make credit card payments
sign on a blank check
on these phony promises
running you into dept
as they just get richer
your tossed on the street
your house was forclosed on
got nothing to eat
millions have suffered
never to receive
a dollar of profit
from televised greed
they say you can do it
it's never been done
except by the bandits
in banks with a gun
why is it so legal
to run lying ads
that steal from the millions
that have it so bad
Copyright © 2009
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It's Only Money
I smirk when people say 'it's only money' and with very little money we get by
But money it can do a lot for people and not much of course that money cannot buy
And money it can be your greatest ally and open doors to opportunity
If you could make one wish and one wish only I'm sure you would not wish for poverty.
I'm sure you would not wish to be a pauper for that would hardly be a dream come true
But perhaps you might wish for a billion dollars and change
your mind whilst wishing and wish for two
For there is no such thing as too much money with money you can do good for the poor
You can help them for to make a new beginning by making them financially secure.
To all of you who say it's only money you ought to know that words to speak are cheap
The one who struggles to pay his house mortgage for lack of money finds it hard to sleep
He has to support his wife and young children and he has to work hard just to make ends meet
You don't find rolls of notes growing on the tree tops and you don't find rolls of notes along the street.
It's true that money doesn't guarantee you happiness you've heard the tale of the unhappy king
But to those who struggle just for to make ends meet the money is the most important thing
And if you have millions you are very powerful though physically you may seem quite small
And 'it's only money' what a load of rubbish about the most
Important thing of all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My Question to Alan Greenspan and Ben Bernanke
When banks went bankrupt, to bail them out
The government gave them a cushy handout
When the rest of economy went to recession
The government tried to make a good impression
It printed trillions of fiat money
To rescue all friends of the Easter Bunny
To provide the necessary wherewithal
To spend its way out of the hole
The politicians were not aware
While they built the bridges that lead to nowhere
That money is also a finite resource
They had good intentions: for better or for worse
Inflation and taxes beyond any doubt
Caused my retirement fund wipe out
My finances were trapped, I couldn’t get any cash
When stocks and bonds have turned into trash
I was paying my mortgage & credit card debt
I spent money wisely, my expenses were capped
With banks in default, the dollar’s inflating
I still retain 5-star credit rating
Hey, Mr.Bernanke and Mr.Greenspan
Something is wrong with your genius plan
Would you, please, tell me, whose fault is that -
People are suffering and banksters are fat?
***
August 23,2009
poem by Slava Olchevski
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Having-Less-Is-More
Money isn't 'everything' you know?
'Ooooohhh mon ami,
Big dummy you!
YOUR money may not be 'everything'.
Or not nearly what it use to be.
However...
SOMEWHERE someone is spending it,
Caring less about your limitation.
Or who has good or bad or indifferent credit.
And they have yet to accept greed as a motive,
To live a happy life! '
I am not referring to foreigners,
I am talking about us...
Living today in 'this' country.
'Oh?
I see.
So you've already adopted,
That 'Having-Less-Is-More' attitude?
Good for you.
You make me proud.
But as for me...
Give me a ten dollar bill anytime.
Even a five dollar bill,
Seems less than a dollar these days.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rock House
(p. lord / s. st. victor / v.j. smith / p. abdul)
Chorus:
Rock you house you
Turn the fire up takin over
Rock you house you
People get strong
Rock you house you
Time to take the weight
Off your shoulder
Rock you house you
People move on
And yes its time to grow
Spent enough time to know
To believe in you is blind
You only tell us lies
So now that weve agreed
Its time to end your greed
The unanimous decision
Is to rock you
Chorus
You shake a million hands
Make a million plans
The give a promise
To the poor
And millions a war
We tried to beg and plead
Still you ignore our needs
So the only way to teach you
Is to rock you
Chorus
When I think about the
Babies eyes
Longing from hunger
It makes me wanna
Cry, cry cry
Then the situation
Of our mothers
And our brothers
Well I know, I know
We can make it better.
Chorus
To the nations telling lies
To the brothers
Down the block
To the power on the street
To the critics on my jock
Shut up and dance!!
Chorus
Set the record
Straight right
Here and say
Set the record
Straight right
Here and say
(peace)
song performed by by Paula Abdul
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I wrote and produced millions and millions of selling records, so my publishing company alone was worth millions of dollars. I didn't have to work anymore in life because when the rappers started sampling... I'm the most sampled artist in history.
quote by Rick James
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His For To Destroy
That he does not love Nature seems such a sad thing
The one who never admires the wildflowers of the Spring
With Land for Wildlife he could never agree
He sees Land for Development as a better idea
He could not recognize a starling from a crow
And anything of Nature's ways he does not wish to know,
He reckons greenies of progress are standing in the way
And not one good thing of them he does have to say
he has made millions out of land development but greed leads to more greed
And for to build more houses more land he does need
Last year he made two million in profit this year he wants four
'Tis the same old story much always wants more
Making millions from land development is a thing he enjoy
And he feels Mother Earth is his for to destroy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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There Have Been Millions And Millions Of Years
THERE HAVE BEEN MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF YEARS
There have been millions and millions of years
And there will be millions and millions more
And I have had only less than seventy-
There is so much to see and be and know
I could understand far more than I do now
I have so much beauty and hope and love in me
Why do I have to die?
It does not seem fair or wise
So much waste and loss in my dying
Worlds in me that will never be known.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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In A World Where Money Only Matters
When your amount of money can say more about you than words of you can ever say
It does not speak volumes of the society that we have to live in today
If that only speaks of our true worth it does not say much for humanity
When you say money only matters you seem spiritually bankrupt to me.
In a World where money only matters how poor indeed we all must be
Not surprising that so many people are living in dire poverty
If a few have the most of the money what does that mean for the majority
They struggle just for to make ends meet and they are poor financially.
In this 21st century of big Corporations we now have the privileged few
The wealthy are only growing greedier as more millions in cash they pursue
And thousands they have to grow poorer for every new millionaire
And for millions all around the World about life there is nothing fair.
When we are valued by our worth in money we surely are spiritually poor
The wealthy they keep getting wealthier and for the disease of greed there is no cure
And thousands every day dying of starvation and thousands are dying of disease
And in the refugee camps of the World there are thirty million refugees
poem by Francis Duggan
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Murderworld
Summer of love
What a waste now
Earth magic strikes out
A million dollar monster mind
In search of the devil's garden
Make them die
Make them die
Make them die
Make them die
In this land there's no return
Everybody licensed to thrill
A killer alien selling point
Invasion can be fun
Martian war death machine
Turns into a jungle hell
Hang 'em up in the trees
See how hard love bites
Make them die
Make them die
Make them die
Make them die
Shot down
Watch the skies
U.F.O. suicide
I say believe in me
Trip on mars
And get free
Interpretation
Wiped away
No more to say
Time unleashes death
Mid-air plague
Brain damaged rage
Come and get me
Death star reaches
Out to crush you
Idealistic super-hero
Hell squad kingdom
Gets to jammin'
Somewhere in time
Rock the house down
This is murderworld buddy
Not just another traffic jam
No credit card gonna get you home
Jewels in the night don't
Shine no more
This murderworld brother
Nobody loves you anymore
Out of sight and out of mind
What is it what it is
This is murderworld sister
A deep throating little baby-face
Horror of the body is alright
Come on baby and get it on
song performed by by White Zombie
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A Sea Of Economic Erosion
Best fertile productive land
worth doubles more if
for housing quick profit sold.
Best agricultural land lost
rich crops lost for ever more.
Yes this was concept time
of culling cutting orchards
globally halving a harvest
less crop less work more money
for half a harvest in producers pocket.
Pure calculated gluttony greed
bugger poor starving millions
but a warning a blessing denied
God blessed land to produce
cut your yield you lazy greedy dog
watch pestilence famine hound your hog
creeping back punishment it will it will
cries of starving millions heaven repays in full
a time of tribulation curses proud pharaoh's land
an angel of dead sweeps over barren desert sand.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Murder World
Summer of love
What a waste now
Earth magic strikes out
A million dollar monster mind
In search of the devils garden
Make them die
Make them die
Make them die
Make them die
In this land theres no return
Everybody licensed to thrill
A killer alien selling point
Invasion can be fun
Martian war death machine
Turns into a jungle hell
Hang em up in the trees
See how hard love bites
Make them die
Make them die
Make them die
Make them die
Shot down
Watch the skies
U.f.o. suicide
I say believe in me
Trip on mars
And get free
Interpretation
Wiped away
No more to say
Time unleashes death
Mid-air plague
Brain damaged rage
Come and get me
Death star reaches
Out to crush you
Idealistic super-hero
Hell squad kingdom
Gets to jammin
Somewhere in time
Rock the house down
This is murderworld buddy
Not just another traffic jam
No credit card gonna get you home
Jewels in the night dont
Shine no more
This murderworld brother
Nobody loves you anymore
Out of sight and out of mind
What is it what it is
This is murderworld sister
A deep throating little baby-face
Horror of the body is alright
Come on baby and get it on
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Voice On My Tv
Its a familiar voice
Sometimes I wonder
If I have a choice
You give it everything
Youre selling god
But am I listening
I hear youve seen the light
Your message comes to me
By satellite
You say I must believe
I say its just another way
To deceive
If my salvation has anything to do
With your empty promises
And what you think is true
Well heres my donation
If its all the same to you
I am the voice on your tv
But I am one and I am free
Always to say what I believe
I know youre only
A voice on my tv
The numbers on the screen
Will help me get to heaven
So it would seem
The money flows and flows
And no-one cares enough
To know where it goes
Look at all the millions
That youve taken for a ride
With the warmest words
And the coldest heart inside
And how much longer
Can I listen to your lies
What are all the
Credit card believers gonna say
When they hear about the scandals
And the lovers that you pay
And all about the meetings
In your secret hideaway
I am the voice on your tv
But I am one and I am free
Always to say what I believe
Youre just a voice on my tv
Your powers strong but I am free
Always to say what I believe
I am the voice on your tv
But I am one and I am free
Always to say what I believe
Can you hear me
I am the voice on your tv
But I am one and I am free
Always to say what I believe
This is your conscience speaking
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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The Old Bloke With Heaps Of Money
The old bloke with heaps of money was buried yesterday
Yet for his funeral services and his burial the town charities will pay
For all the money that he had by him hidden away
At least a couple of million so those who knew him say.
He never fathered children he never had a wife
Earning money and hiding it was his great joy in life
He did not trust the banks at all so his millions he did hide
And of where his hidden fortune is the secret with him died.
He lived in a one bedrooom basement apartment he paid the cheapest rent
And he saved as much as he could save he never wasted a cent
In his very early seventies he died quite suddenly
The millionaire in money who died in poverty.
The old bloke with heaps of money was the meanest one in town
To be the town's greatest miser was his claim to renown
None ever sang his praises since praise he was not due
And where he hid his millions not one does have a clue.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Life in Paradise: 21st Century Style
2000-2001
The “dot com” bubble bursts
Recession
9/11/2001
America attacked!
Our way of life is threatened
Fear sets in
Financial institutions vulnerable!
Economy in a nose dive
What to do?
Everybody fly the flag from your home.
Save housing - Save the economy!
First, everybody needs a home.
The madness begins.
2002-2003
Create laws to increase minority homeownership
California gives birth to the ARMs* and NINJA** loans
Accounting irregularities at Fannie Mae (FNMA) & Freddie Mac (FDMAC) ***
Doors open for Wall Street to invest in Main Street
Without those pesky government regulations
Homeownership increases
...“After all ever since the Great Depression, home values have ALWAYS gone up
And everybody pays their mortgage ”…
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!
AREN”T HOME PRICES INCREASING FASTER THAN INCOME?
…...“No problem; it only takes a little creative mortgage financing and Wall St loves those high yielding mortgages…..
HIGHER RISK - HIGHER YIELD!
Pension funds love high yield.
Buy more and more....
…...“After all ever since the Great Depression, home values have ALWAYS gone up
And everybody pays their mortgage ”…..
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!
AREN”T PENSION FUNDS ONLY ALLOWED TO BUY AAA RATED INVESTMENTS?
...“Problem solved...banks pay the salaries at the Rating Agencies and Ratings Agencies in turn lower the standards to obtain a AAA rating”...
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!
WHO’S WATCHING THE “HEN HOUSE” WHO’S MINDING THE STORE?
...“Who cares?
Everyone is happy
Millions of new jobs created
Millions of new homeowners
Millions of dollars for bankers
Millions of dollars for Wall St
And everyone owns a home on Main St
Money is flowing
Everyone wins! ”…
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!
AREN”T HOMES BECOMING LESS AFFORDABLE?
2004 -2005
...“Pressure Government to create more creative loans and even lower down payments with even higher yields and make more bucks”…
A new mortgage is born, Euphemism: THE PAY OPTION NEGATIVE AM ARM Loan
...Easy to sell… You chose your own payment! You chose your interest rate! ...
WILL WALL ST BUY THESE LOANS?
….“You bet! Wall St loves these high yield mortgages. They package these loans as CDOs***** and sell them to Pension Funds, Municipalities, Foreign Governments etc
Spread the risk - Harvest the yield! …
Now Fannie Mae & Freddie Mac want back in on the action
...“After all ever since the Great Depression, home values have ALWAYS gone up
And everybody pays their mortgage ”
Everyone wins! …
The country is now infected with AFLUENZA
...“We need even more mortgages. Pressure Government to lower credit qualifications, raise borrowing limits, allow less equity positions. Let homeowners use their homes as ATMs+++”...
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!
WHERE IS THE SEC? WHERE IS THE FED? *****
...“Banks will police themselves” says the SEC
“Homeownership is up.
The Standard of Living is up
It is good” says the Fed...
...“After all ever since the Great Depression, home values have ALWAYS gone up
And everybody pays their mortgage ”...
CAN THIS LAST? WON”T HOMES PRICES HAVE TO COME DOWN OR INCOMES GO UP? .
2006 – 2007
Prices too high.
Average home unaffordable
Fewer home buyers.
Prices sinking
ARM’s resetting
Sub prime borrowers defaulting
Ninja loans failing.
Banks taking in less
Fewer dollars to lend
Layoffs beginning
Homes over-mortgaged
Appraising for much less
Equity gone
No equity - No sale
The downward spiral begins
Existing incomes static
Mortgage payments climbing
Homes losing value
Appraising lower
Jobs being lost
Unemployment rising
Banks failing
Wall St collapsing
Investment yields disappearing.
No way out!
2008 –2009
Elect a new administration with a RESCUE PLAN!
….“Spend more money Acquire more debt”….
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!
*ARM: Adjustable Rate Mortgage,
** NINJA loan: No Income, No Job or Assets
*** FNMA & FDMAC: Federal National Mortgage Corporation & Federal Home Loan Mortgage Corporation
**** CDO Collateral Debt Obligations
****** SEC: Securities & Exchange Commission & Federal Reserve System
+++ATM: Automated Teller Machine
poem by Nancy Chambers
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A Wanta Be
Pity all the wanta bees
drones to misfortune
short cut seekers to fame
beware hidden strings
to make a puppet dance!
Do you know a wanta be?
Andy G is an incurable wanta be
poor fool he wants to be rich famous
to live the life a fabulous dream life
one of those people who will always spend
all their salary plus more always more
always broke so he self cursing claims
except when secretly spending
always spending spending spending
running up new credit card debit
credit card debit is a vicious scary trap
highest interest readily bank available
springs shut like a clamp clam
when maxed out your purchase quota
no interest no interest no interest
for three six months pulls suckers in
credit card debit is a deadly sickness
infecting spend spend spend target pigeons
come pay day minimum payment
is one day more required than you can ever pay
more than you can pay with food bills manage
now juggle bills finances spend master
mortgage luxury purchase payments
here comes lurking repossession master
taking back toys temporary joys
leaving horrible black holes holes holes
in your hollow empty souls souls souls
stripping house flat bare of furnishings
rooms bare cupboards bare do you care
credit card fraud juggler credit card fraud
is a crime to jail you must go go go
possessions people do not make us happy
we must find that happiness within ourselves
it is not the duty of any except ourselves
to find life purpose to fill all the empty spaces
forget false dreams temporal credit card bliss
this for you I fear I fear
please my friend do not go there!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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World Of Promises
They come from a land were the sun don't shine
running away from the cold
They travel so far in the name of love
hoping the dreams will come true
Walking the way through endless fields
trying to make it together
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And they will give anything
just to be free from the pain
and they won't surrender
Living in a world of promises
Living in a world of dreams and hopes
Living in a world of promises
Lost in the city wondering why
no one will open the door
It's more to the truth than meets the eye
something they all felt before
And they will give anything
just to stand tall once again
and they won't surrender
Living in a world of promises
Living in a world of dreams and hopes
Living in a world of promises
In the tan of the nigh can hear them crying
out for a life to hol on to
Somebody knows were the answers lying
wait for your trails and don't let go
Living in a world of promises
Living in a world of dreams and hopes
Living in a world of promises
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Why do we Let the killing go on?
Why do we Let the killing go on?
I really don't understand all that you all know!
To be the sacrificial lamb of those rich who won't go.
The rich, who profit for the wars they create.
Just to make a profit, and perpetuate world hate.
To render up our young for a useless sacrifice.
To fatten the rich purses with the lose of their life's.
My soul is so damaged by all I have seen.
I wish I could have been more influential a being.
To stop all of the madness and the creation of wars.
That cost of so many promises, the lost futures and gore.
We need to acknowledge the sacrifices of those,
who have be deceived into dying and lying just so.
War should always be a thing of last resort before anyone goes.
Not a thing for the fat cats profiting behind the closed doors.
Selling weapons to nations who are already poor.
Just to fatten the pockets of the rich by killing so many.
I cry for all of those wounded and who have been killed.
To make the few rich cats get more notes of debt and feel well paid.
The illusion of wealth and all it represents.
Will be our epitaph and so sealed in cement!
Peace!
Talile Ali 11/29/12
poem by Talile Ali
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That Millions Do Live In Poverty
That millions do live in poverty should never be seen as okay
The gap between the haves and the have nots keeps getting bigger by the day
Everyone should have the chance to live happy a home to live in and enough for to eat
There never should be slums and ghettos and never a poverty street,
That millions are born to live in poverty and to end their hard lives in despair
Only tells us if there's a god that god favours the wealthy and that god is not very fair
To leave millions homeless and dying of malnutrition the people condemned to die poor and young
In the refugee camps of the World live the displaced, the poor and unsung,
In the age of celebrity worship the poor in millions multiply
Why millions are destined to be poor don't ask me I wouldn't know why
Even in the World's wealthiest Countries poor people are no longer rare
And millions and millions of have nots in the bigger World out there
And millions are dying of hunger and millions are doing it tough
And millions are displaced and homeless and as refugees living it rough.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Just Wealthy Whingers
Why do some very wealthy people see fit for to complain
When they already have more than enough seems beyond me to explain
Since to whinge they do not have a reason it does occur to me
That their money is not an antidote for their spiritual poverty
Worth millions in money and assets but it does seem sad to say
That their type more to be pitied spiritually poor in their small way
Like 'tis said much always wants more in their case this does apply
Why some wealthy people crave for more I really wonder why
Not far from their leafy suburb live the poor of poverty street
The homeless and the down and outs who never have enough to eat
Five hundred thousand dollars in yearly profit after tax and they complain for us not a good year
The more some have the more some want or so it does appear
They are just wealthy whingers some are so hard to please
In a World where millions of poor people are dying of hunger and disease.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Don't Tell Me About It I Already Know
Don't tell me about it I already know
That money on bushes and trees does not grow
Yet of it some do have far more than enough
Whilst millions of poor people are doing it tough.
The unequal distribution of wealth seems humanity's shame
For every millionaire hundreds without a penny to their name
Homeless and hungry on poverty street
They hardly would know of the taste of good meat.
So many of life's opportunities denied
Their circumstance of birth their future's for them decide
Of their lives of poverty of varying degrees
In the refugee camps millions of refugees.
Don't tell me about it I know all too well
That millions are living in their earthly hell
Money breeds inequality doesn't that seem unfair
It is a rat race in the big World out there.
poem by Francis Duggan
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