Bankers
Bankers from their benches to cicumvent in webs
Anxieties of the dwindling bread in vicious schemes
Nation-states invent, becomes by promise celebs
Kindled on uncrowned hearts, now dries up dreams.
Ensnared we ponder at reforming this global art
Reviling old landscapes and phantoms of magic lust
Servile greed has coffled all to the stagnancy of trust
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