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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Blowing up things, unfortunately, Birth’s the printing of endless money. By Gov’ments and world money makers, That overwhelm global undertakers. Yet we cry out that war is unsound, That it spreads grief and guts all around. Yet money printed that’s spent on death, Shamefully gives our markets bad breath. Which helps to inflate our portfolios, And house prices rise when their money flows. Which is a bummer when we are buying, But when selling our spirits are flying. That’s the nature of evil Ponzi schemes; They’re a huge faux dough making machine. But when interest rates start going higher, The globalist fear’s become direr. Yet they’ve pre-planned for any crisis; Funding Hamas, Hezbollah, and Isis. So all sides may have weapons for gore, Creating more dollars; yes, much more! But faux dough made on printing devices, Is the main reason for all high prices. So they help blow up half of creation, To help lessen that sticky inflation. But most aren’t aware of the real players, Who divide and distract behind layers, With ‘news’ and psyops that raise our ire, Fooling us to put out the small fires Oh fie, a poem about money and war, What is the point of writing this for? It’s for those with an enquiring soul, Who care to see that our sons remain whole.
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