Economics
ECONOMICS
Grunt, from the hunt,
Has more than he can eat.
Groan, maker of tools of stone,
Trades a spear point
For a fat leg joint.
Moan, who sews skins
Traded for an ax sharply honed
And a nice shoulder bone.
But when the tribe grew big it was seen
That something was needed in between.
And decided to use pebbles,
Those special with a sheen
Given a value that could be seen.
Much later things sold
Were bought with gold
Leading to goods venders
And money lenders.
Paper bills and coined copper
Required there be a safe place proper.
Thus banks were formed so
Money could freely come and go.
The bankers loaned money in a way
That they knew the debtor could repay.
Or did they?
No! these fools
Broke basic economic rules
And collapsed the banking system
With greed and lack of wisdom.
Now we have to pay.
Money corrupts.
Maybe pebbles were a better way.
Copyright © Stanley Ohlswager | Year Posted 2016
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