A Monetary Poem

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.”

NOTE: Sydney While is an Investigative Journalist who offers a FREE, Fall and Spring Lecture Series titled “Studies In Propaganda” at the Free University of Toronto at 15 king’s College Circle, Room #161, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

Sydney White’s Spring 2013 “Studies In Propaganda” schedule is posted by Conspiracy Culture at this link: http://www.conspiracyculture.com/events_StudiesPropaganda.html