And as I watch shylock throughout his day
I witness his kind start to infiltrate.
The pamphleteer, the newsman too!
The politician and his clean up crews!
The blackmailer!, the profiteer!
The lawyer and the social engineer!
The spy, the clerk, the watchman's son
The governor is overrun
The governed proceed like a mob
By mobster with his hatchetjob
Call the mobmen!, call the boss!
The unions out to burn the cross
The hecklers vote,
the stalkers march,
The ballot box is being bought
Its not who you vote
its who does the count
If they can't be bought, or outvote
then the votes will have be cast in doubt
Till faust-like, a plague of bankers descend
To eat the substance from both mice and men
And weeds grow up in mortgaged fields
While distracted masses beg for barnums folly and for meals
And beggers break bread with honest hard working kind
And kings look down their noses on those they tread
Better to be buried than living among the working dead.
Whos money, like air turns gaseous, and inflates from their grasp
And time slips from their dirtied hands at last
Into the maws of victims who cry out as they strike
To rob young and old, mother and child alike
Till naught but dust remains and generations awake
On a continent their fathers conquered
Homeless, and robbed of all cents and senses
And the lawmen, forgetting his purpose, but not his pension
Drives them out of their homes, each side afraid to speak what they knew
To name the troubles who drove them to these ends
The merchant of venice, the banker, and the jew.
the money-changers and their dividends.
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