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A TOAST, TO YOU GENTLEMEN OF GREED
I
Since it’s gold it all amounts to
Why surrender what surrounds you?
Feel unease – with me around you?
This poor shadow of a ghost
Pray, allow him be your host
Though my prayer is lost on most
Here I stand and raise a toast
Doubting that my words are likely to astound you
II
With the weapons you are shaking
Self-made rules for moneymaking
Margins fattened by the takings
All is subject to your grid
Questions kicked beneath the lid
I was mute before you did
Since your ears can’t hear my bid
Above the sounds of cash that you are raking
III
You exploit the earth at random
And when it’s been abandoned
It’s its ruins that we stand on
Who is that you try to reach
With the mumble that you preach
And the mercy you beseech
For the frauds, that special niche
In the games you’re so astute at playing hands-on
(… continued …)