There is a time,
All has been said
Exceeds the line,
Of hapless dread
Reaching beyond,
Said soul be bled
By they who bond,
To destroy means
Of righting wrongs,
As empowered few
Willfully prolong,
Their financial stew
Of concocted chicanery
That maximize greed,
The while they control
All financial proceeds,
Till we succumb whole
As bankers watch bleed,
We cashless poor souls
Of ignored human needs,
Beg of credit card moles
To restore coins you feel,
Razed as ascendancy spoils!
ode to bankers & credit-card Tzars