Modern Banking Crisis Resolution
liquidate cash flow problems
corporate banking greed misdeed bail outs
government tax payer money grease banker errors
sector left suffering nations’ poorest citizens
third world not developing starvation death price pays
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Price Tag (Jessie J)
Seems like everybody's got a price
I wonder how they sleep at night
When the sale comes first and the truth comes second
Just stop for a minute and smile
Why is everybody so serious?
Acting so damn mysterious
You got your shades on your eyes and your heels so high
That you can't even have a good time
Everybody look to their left
Everybody look to their right
Can you feel that? Yeah
We'll pay them with love tonight
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
Ain't about the cha-ching, cha-ching
Ain't about the ba-bling, ba-bling
Wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
We need to take it back in time
When music made us all unite
And it wasn't low blows and video hoes
Am I the only one gettin' tired?
Why is everybody so obsessed?
Money can't buy us happiness
Can we all slow down and enjoy right now
Guarantee we'll be feelin' alright
Everybody look to their left
Everybody look to their right
Can you feel that? Yeah
We'll pay them with love tonight
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
Ain't about the cha-ching, cha-ching
Ain't about the ba-bling, ba-bling
Wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
Yeah, yeah, well, keep the price tag and take the cash back
Just give me six strings and a half stack
And you can keep the cars, leave me the garage
And all I, yes, all I need are keys and guitars
And guess what, in 30 seconds I'm leaving to Mars
Yes, we leaving across these undefeatable odds
It's like this man, you can't put a price on life
We do this for the love, so we fight and sacrifice every night
So we ain't gon' stumble and fall, never
Waiting to see, a sign of defeat, uh uh
So we gon' keep everyone moving their feet
So bring back the beat and then everybody sing, it's not about
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
Ain't about the cha-ching, cha-ching
Ain't about the ba-bling, ba-bling
Wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
Ain't about the cha-ching, cha-ching
Ain't about the ba-bling, ba-bling
Wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
Yeah, yeah
Oh, forget about the price tag
poem by Alex Reyes
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Its Not About The Money
Seems like everybody's got a price
I wonder how they sleep at night
When the sale comes first and the truth
comes second
Just stop for a minute and smile
Why is everybody so serious?
Acting so damn mysterious
You got your shades on your eyes and your
heels so high
That you can't even have a good time
Everybody look to their left
Everybody look to their right
Can you feel that? Yeah
We'll pay them with love tonight
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
Ain't about the cha-ching, cha-ching
Ain't about the ba-bling, ba-bling
Wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
We need to take it back in time
When music made us all unite
And it wasn't low blows and video hoes
Am I the only one gettin' tired?
Why is everybody so obsessed?
Money can't buy us happiness
Can we all slow down and enjoy right now
Guarantee we'll be feelin' alright
Everybody look to their left
Everybody look to their right
Can you feel that? Yeah
We'll pay them with love tonight
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
Ain't about the cha-ching, cha-ching
Ain't about the ba-bling, ba-bling
Wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
Yeah, yeah, well, keep the price tag and
take the cash back
Just give me six strings and a half stack
And you can keep the cars, leave me the
garage
And all I, yes, all I need are keys and
guitars
And guess what, in 30 seconds I'm leaving
to Mars
Yes, we leaving across these undefeatable
odds
It's like this man, you can't put a price on
life
We do this for the love, so we fight and
sacrifice every night
So we ain't gon' stumble and fall, never
Waiting to see, a sign of defeat, uh uh
So we gon' keep everyone moving their feet
So bring back the beat and then everybody
sing, it's not about
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
Ain't about the cha-ching, cha-ching
Ain't about the ba-bling, ba-bling
Wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
Ain't about the cha-ching, cha-ching
Ain't about the ba-bling, ba-bling
Wanna make the world dance
Forget about the price tag
Yeah, yeah
Oh, forget about the price tag
poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Of Greed And Corruption
Of greed and corruption we are all too aware
It's happening in your suburb and the big World out there
Many in high places into corporate crime
And more honorable than them in jail serving time
On the scales of justice one must cast a doubt
Big time corporate crims seldom ever caught out
Money speaks every language some are known to say
In the twenty first century it does seem that way
Of greed and corruption the whispers abound
Amongst influential people criminals to be found
To buy their way out of trouble they seldom do fail
The power of their money can keep them from jail
And of greed and corruption we hear every day
Whoever did tell us that crime does not pay?
poem by Francis Duggan
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White Collar Crime Tax Payer Rewarded
it is hard to believe
we live in the long awaited
twenty-first century
when great gods science technology
were expected to solve social problems
yet America Europe suffer austerity
yet land masses are drowning
ice caps melting under global warming
as world sea levels are rising
it is hard to believe
as good deeds are persecuted
evil still adversity prospers
greed still wears rich trappings of elite legitimacy
ancient recipe robber barons morph into corporations
manipulate interest rates markets civilian savings
yet when their crimes of extortion are exposed
executives bankers reward themselves with shares
massive bonuses paid for with tax payer bail outs
beware bought sold politicians sell out governments
enjoying profits of their purchased corruption souls sold
Jesus prophecy poverty accuracy poor are still with us?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Enough Money Spent On Wars
What agony; accumulative emotive costs;
feed needle; soul destroying drug addictions?
What monstrous greed
cloaked in racial hatred;
fed with religious hatred
feeds covert wars justified?
When will we; with humanity feed;
with compassion; brothers sisters imprisoned;
in race conflict; poverty dying discarded;
in ignored horrors; extant third world?
Ban every earth war feed our poor
not capitalist corporate baron robbers;
glutted on global sly sweat shop wages
slum lord rents death reaped war profits?
Misery is waste residue of souls
which seek self pleasure materialism;
instead of gift of giving to others
oiled crimes greases palms capitalism.
It is still universally eternally true
it is better to give than to receive;
to sow sacred love not bile hatred
sow prosperity not starvation greed.
Enough money to buy drugs
to support epidemic addictions;
who will feed our suffering world?
Enough money spent on wars
to house all our earth's homeless;
who will house humanities homeless?
Who will feed the poor?
Ban every war feed the poor.
No need to ask who will bank on feed;
crime world exploitation materialism?
Spend money spent on wars
to house all earth's homeless;
feed our poor do not feed wars.
Souls who feed world materialism
will not house human immortal souls;
while flesh rots in blown away dust
in greedy winds of war greed lust.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Price Tag by Jessie J
Verse 1
Seems like everybodys got a price,
I wonder how they sleep at night.
When the sale comes first,
And the truth comes second,
Just stop, for a minute and
Smile
Why is everybody so serious!
Acting so damn mysterious
You got your shades on your eyes
And your heels so high
That you can't even have a good
Time.
Pre-chorus.
Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
Can you feel that (yeah)
We're paying with love tonight...
Chorus:
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Ain't about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Verse 2.
(Listen, Okay.)
We need to take it back in time,
When music made us all UNITE!
And it wasn't low blows and video Hoes,
Am I the only one gettin... tired?
Why is everybody so obsessed?
Money can't buy us happiness.
If we all slow down and enjoy right now
Gurantee we'll be feelin
All right.
Pre-chorus.
Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
Can you feel that (yeah)
We'll pay them with love tonight...
Chorus:
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Ain't about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Yeah yeah
Well, keep the price tag
And take the cash back
Just give me six strings and a half stack
And you can, can keep the cars
Leave me the garage
And all I...
Yes all I need are keys and guitars
And guess what, in 30 seconds I'm leaving to Mars
Yeah we leaving across these undefeatable odds
It's like this man, you can't put a price on a life
We do this for the love so we fight and sacrifice everynight
So we aint gon stumble and fall never
Waiting to see, I've seen a sign of defeat uh uh
So we gon keep everyone moving their feet
So bring back the beat and then everyone sing
It's not about
Chorus:
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Ain't about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Chorus:
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Ain't about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
poem by Shi Yelami
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People are ready to say, 'Yes, we are ready for single-payer health insurance.' We are the only industrialized country in the world that does not have national health insurance. We are the richest in wealth and the poorest in health of all the industrial nations.
quote by Studs Terkel
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What Are True Riches?
Gold Finances Possessions
are not true wealth.
Give them to a dog the dog
does not care.
Food Food matters
to the dog.
The dog wants to eat
as do
the starving millions.
Gold Money Possessions
we cannot eat them.
Wise words of inspiration
focused wisdom
can change and enrich society.
A country without art
an appreciation
of what great civilizations
have said through art
is not worth living in.
What of the third world?
The topic cries for attention.
It is not pompous vanity
that divides nations.
Policies of the IMF are deliberate
it is deliberate
calculated greed and indifference.
The price the environment
and poor
people of this planet have paid
is soon evidently...
going to haunt us.
The amazingly thing is
world powers
are deliberately inflicting...
this suffering upon other nations.
The technology resources
and money needed
to resolve these issues...
was available.
Superpowers would rather
rule a rubbish heap
than share a paradise earth.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Poor Old Joe The Plumber
I was ambitious whilst growing up,
All I wanted was wealth and fame,
The advice I got from my mates,
Was get in to the financial game.
Time moves on but you don't forget,
The hardship you endured,
I vowed I'd become a millionaire,
Of that you can rest assured.
I loved the thrill of finance,
It gave me that desire,
To have control of peoples cash,
Really did light my fire.
I've never had a conscience,
So finance was ideal,
When playing games with peoples funds,
The truth you can conceal.
As I kept the money flowing in,
I soon stoked up the flames,
Joe the plumber didn't know,
He was a pawn in my sick games.
I made them think their cash was safe,
As I sold them stocks and shares,
I gave out far too much in loans,
But still they took my wares.
I knew that I was doing wrong,
But still I found it funny,
They didn't really know me,
But they trusted me with their money.
If we'd listened to Joe the plumber,
This disaster would be on hold,
But we just ignored the warning signs,
As all that glistens to us is gold.
We know that if our system fails,
All we need do is shout,
We've made some bad investments
The governments then bail us out.
While you are left with nothing,
Our lives go on without a hitch,
Poor Joe the plumbers destitute,
While we're all filthy rich.
We‘re spending all your hard earned cash,
As we travel on our yacht,
We drink the finest wines on board,
Thanks for everything you've bought.
Now you've bailed the system out,
We can all relax,
That's until the next time,
We need Joe the plumbers tax.
Money is our aim in life,
That is what we hanker,
No I'm not a robber,
I'm a rich old city banker.
All I do is walk away,
Nobody takes me to task,
On this I feel I've got to say,
Even Dick Turpin wore a mask.
Due to our selfish actions,
It really is a bummer,
Because of our greed we helped destroy,
‘' Poor Old Joe The Plumber''
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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Sweet Words Freshly Banked
who wrote
a few poems out
over politic
years?
had a few hundred
lost
so replaced what?
written
is what?
meaning
is what?
it is
a language
few
know
or care
about
but I can pulse play
it like a fiddle
or a maestro violin
if I write
political
I can hit
raw nerves
so have been
quiet lately
anyone
for rag time
banker tune?
guaranteed
government
misdeed bail out?
bankers get bonus
politicians a back hander
plot bury dirt poor
how about
speculation
middle east
oil?
betting on futures
old buddy Gaddafi
your out bad boy
Libyan oil is in
renegotiated deal
new rebel alliance
for empire
Libyan Chinese
oil contract
guillotined
new management
no fly zone
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Everyone knows that our current system is kind of like legalized prostitution. The corporate sector completely controls the civic sector.
quote by Peter Coyote
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These Corporate Crims
These corporate crims are no longer quite rare
And plenty of them in the big World out there
But of the Universal Consciousness so little we know
In karma 'tis true that we reap what we sow.
These super rich crims to themselves may drink a toast
But for their crimes 'tis the have nots who do suffer the most
The more money they have the more they seem to need
And many must grow poorer because of their greed.
They do not spare one thought for those in poverty
And they lack in compassion and in empathy
Their greed for more money it leads them to crime
And far better than them are in jail serving time.
To the laws of fair trade respect they do not pay
But we reap what we sow that is the karmic way
Their great lust for money to crime them does lead
But others must suffer because of their greed.
poem by Francis Duggan
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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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Sex, Death And Money
When I go to the show
All I see on the screen
Is a stream of pure vulgarity
I wrote down a note
Complained for a day
To the House of Representatives
They laughed
In my face
They said Son,
You're a one-in-a-million minority
The name of the game
Is to titillate the brain
Stimulate the immorality
I was so offended
As I sat for three hours
It was mental cruelty
I was so shocked
Just a little more flesh
Just a little more blood
Little closer to the edge
A little deeper in the mud
I'll never be the same
Sex, death and money, sonny
Makes this wicked world go round
Sex, death and money
It's the Gospel here in Dragontown
Sex, death and money, honey
Grease the wheels and make them fly
Sex, death and money, sonny
That is why we all are gonna fry
Stuck my nose in the door
Ended up on the floor
In the middle of an undie show
She danced on my lap
A coupla hundred dollars later
I was up on a morals rap
I was so offended
As I sat for three hours
It was mental cruelty
I was so shocked
Just a little more flesh
Just a little more blood
Little closer to the edge
A little deeper in the mud
I'll never be the same
Sex, death and money, sonny
Makes this wicked world go round
Sex, death and money
It's the Gospel here in Dragontown
Sex, death and money, honey
Grease the wheels and make them fly
Sex, death and money, sonny
That is why we all are gonna fry
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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If You Have Money Problems
If you have money problems your problems are not small
And that money speaks all languages that goes for one and all
But that money cannot buy happiness that seems so very true
And to the battlers who keep keeping on great credit must be due,
There are so many paupers for every millionaire
And for millions of people life must seem so unfair
It truly is a rat race in the bigger World out there
And people with compassion have never been so rare,
The poor keep getting poorer whilst the wealthy more wealthy grow
And like tis said how one half live the other half would not know
And an egalatarian World from us seems far away
And even in so called wealthy Nations poverty is rife today
And if you have money problems and are in financial strife
then you are made to struggle with the cross you bear in life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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G Twenty Governments Selected Victims
G Twenty governments
no job recovery policy
bail out bank debt cause
bail corruption banker case
British banker public misery
equals grand 20% British
youth discard unemployment
in Spain public sector workers
sit on privileges
minimum wage
fails to favour enjoy
G Twenty governments
deny poor workers fair wage
bankers stole GDP cake
leaving workers no crumbs
workers no rights to equality
no jobs future esteem utopia
no green policy
15% gain employment
2% of GNP equals
15% employment gain
2% less than bankers got
tax payers pay out banks
tax payers pay out privilege bank jobs
teachers nurses care givers sliced up
British pay cuts tightened target belts
GDP (abbreviation of) gross domestic product
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Accordingly, it is our task to ensure that the Government formulates policies that foster the continued development of the IT sector while also providing for citizens' access to technology and opportunity for economic advancement.
quote by Tim Holden
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Smoke And Mirrors
smoke and mirrors,
lies and propaganda.
whatever drug you need,
to swallow and obey.
the ghostly terror
of fear multiplied,
in the name of national security,
while the bottom line grows!
follow the plan,
step by unholy step,
destiny determined
in back rooms by demons.
a black tie affair,
and the suffering continues...
who pays the price?
who pays the price?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Atomic War
War!
The final ending to fights and control of others,
War!
Is war,
And comes with,
Such grave situations,
Of:
Victims first,
That brings in armed forces,
To defend and free,
Those,
That are oppressed and held down,
In suppression to others of nations,
Or,
Controller of peoples,
For:
Wanting their resources,
For their own nations,
Wants and needs,
And power and greed.
For,
Freedom comes with a price,
When freedom is denied or taken,
From people,
Of deprived nations,
Where no freedom reigns,
For,
Fighting for freedom,
Causes,
So much death,
And leaves places in ruins,
Fighting for freedom,
Comes with such a heavy price,
War!
War breaks out,
And soldiers,
Of,
Hired guns become,
Guards of borders,
And,
Settlers of issues,
To protect and guard,
The people,
The places of war,
War!
Caused by,
The disputes of control,
While,
Up in the skies,
The skies so far above,
Where,
Planes and jet fighters.
Have,
Atomic control,
And when ordered,
It is activated,
Activated by nuclear waves,
Of radio transmissions,
Sent to set frequency controlled,
Activated by nuclear waves,
Of nuclear fusion,
Of man made nuclear,
With,
Mercury and patens,
Designed to,
Activate the nuclear physics,
Of,
Atom bombs,
Atomic War!
War!
Nowadays,
Atomic war,
Is,
The final frontier of ending what cannot be stop.
Supremacy on peoples,
When one kind wants to be just,
That kind,
And forcing assilimation,
On other nations,
So,
All look like,
And be like,
What they are,
And from,
So,
Those that cry freedom,
In their right,
For,
Freedom in choice,
Must leave,
Or,
Be destroyed,
In their own homeland,
By,
Genocides!
That,
Cause,
War!
Everywhere,
You look these days,
And everywhere,
You read of past history,
There is a truth,
In all the nations,
That just want,
What they want,
Regardless,
Of the other nations,
Just like in,
World War 2,
Which,
Brought about,
That first bang,
Of that,
First,
Atomic bomb,
The one launched,
That,
Hit Japan, ,
By,
The push of a button,
So many still remember,
The ending of,
World War 2,
Now,
Today,
Its what it is all about,
Nuclear war,
And so many that say it,
War!
War!
War!
Now,
Take a look at the world today,
Even,
Our waters and nature is disturbed,
Just like us all,
In races,
Of nations,
And,
Civilisations,
Today in Science,
They are all told,
To get more nuclear!
More nuclear in physics,
For war pays,
And the spoils of war?
Is another nations gain,
So,
In the results,
The People,
The Places,
The Planet,
All suffer,
Where,
Soon,
All will know,
Not to say this,
Or not to say that,
For leaders of nations,
Have proven to us lately,
That all that is said,
And all that is done,
Cannot be unsaid,
Cannot be undone,
However,
It is what is causing,
War!
War all over the power seeking world.
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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