Best Lenders Poems

At first, Henry did not grasp a thing:
The look in Sam’s eyes at that moment.
Was it trying to some warning bell ring
And its stark rebuff reward with ailment?
In it Henry sensed, at last, full danger
At mood’s good study not a full stranger…

There was a drowning...

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They came not with swords, but contracts in hand,
With smiles that curdled like poisoned sand.
World Bank, IMF — dressed in divine intent,
But behind every loan was a nation's lament.

They called it aid, we called it debt,
A collar on the neck, a future beset.
They promised bridges,...

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