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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