Thin Air

Thin Air

The fear of fear unrealised
Burdens the filthy rich
Out of touch but well-advised
A cabal with a twitch

When money is your all
Profit is your fashion
You lose touch with your soul
As greed becomes your passion

It's made out of thin air
The magic role of moolah
This siren of the snare
A debt trap by your ruler

You want to know who rules you
To find the men in charge
Censor is your best clue
To view through their mirage

It's who they don't allow you
To chide and criticise
The money men of this zoo
Who we all despise

It's made out of thin air
This Shylock term of trussed
You're all in hock to bear
This skinning of your bust

These banksters of all crime
Rule your every move
They're gangsters of your dime
And gunning for your groove

Opacity for them
Transparency for us
Your freedom they condemn
Riding their moneyed bus

It's made out of thin air
By these merchants of Mammon
They all adore it yeah
This class divide for hegemon

The great unwashed beware
Your voice become too loud
The money men of thin air
Long to see you bowed

To cull the herd they like a war
To feed the lance of skewer
For your last and dying chore
Ye are many, now you're fewer

It's made out of thin air
For thraldom of int'rest
To fund their greed, lust and war
It's why we must resist

"Thin Air" - My Inspiration

Mankind's deference to and detriment by the magic of money creation.

MJF

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