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Profit of Lost Souls

profit of lost souls

In the profit of lost souls 

A twenty first century global  order 
where paper trails all but disappear 
and trade moves at light speed through 

Complex numbers and feedback loops of uncertainty 
in a blink of an eye companies can die 
and where nothing seems real at all 

Fresh out of college with their MBA’s 
young mathematicians 
quantify risks in calculus of the mind 
of binary systems of information 
hedging and shifting derivatives of   
machine driven numbers made mad 

Of exploiters predators and prey 
of slipping shads and profits in disguise 
shock doctrines of deceptions and decay 

Through the lucid shadows of terminology 
at their device conditioned minds do their bid 
market schemes of house of cards 
in halls of mirrors and disguise 
where transparency there is none 

Where interests bleed the wire bare 
leaving children with sunken stares 
in the aristocracy of our times 
when king midis plays Nero’s fiddle 
to the burning flames of creative destruction 

Metaphors of lust where hungry ghosts turn to dust 
short term gains with blinders on the bottom line 
cement forests over and destroy our earthly seeds 
to darken that which wasn’t dark 
turning living clay into warm decay 

In endless glut for licking lips 
reside in boss tweeds barbarity of austerity 
proclaiming ideas of progress with myths of   
markets amidst the wounded fauns 

To those nickel and dimed 
left stranded condemned to prisons of grime 
where whistle blowers don’t dare and corruption 
lies bare commodified amidst the pillars of plutocracies 
with greasy palms and open pockets 

Supply sided for the wealth of nations 
where Keynesian's are all but dead 
amidst the profit of lost souls

Copyright © Ronald Tirino | Year Posted 2016

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