It’s Always, Always About the Money

by Paul Lojeski / March 31st, 2014

In soft, custom-made
suits and shirts with
diamond-studded
cufflinks, in cool,
dim rooms of rich
woods and 17th
centaury tapestries
they smirk and laugh
about the billions
they’ll bleed out
of the latest country
to collapse under
the weight of their
perfectly planned
chaos, cheerfully
calculating the
interest rate
demanded for
the fraudulent
rescue that’ll
cripple the country
for a hundred years.
And they raise
their glasses in
tribute to themselves
and their ongoing
ruthlessness, to
the pension funds
raided and widow’s
accounts emptied,
to the piles of cash
so easily squeezed
out of another
pathetic corpse
of what once was
a proud nation.
Chalk up another
win for them,
for Capital, another
victory for the World
Bank and the IMF
because it’s always,
always about the money.

Paul Lojeski's poetry has appeared in journals and online. He’s also the author of the satiric novel, The Reverend Jimmy Pup. He lives with his wife and daughter in Port Jefferson, NY. Read other articles by Paul.

This article was posted on Monday, March 31st, 2014 at 1:58am and is filed under Poetry.