Let us pray for merchants and bankers -
 World leaders.

For outproduction
 And economic potential.

A prayer
   Where greed is good:
     A dream of domination.

Now there's the rub-a-dub-dub

   To be a christian.
          
Where did it go wrong,

My adventurous song ?

Our wings outspread like some financial Milton.

With rates at zero and losses infinity

I could have done with help earlier.

I ask, is this the prayer to prick my conscience?
As all around I see an eternal question.

One of nonsense, nought.

Cancelling these beloved mortgages.

Gone my Rock, Northern,

And happy Prince Bingley.

Where shall I turn, O Jerusalem?

Perhaps to back a different humour
The one with monetary tumour –
Boys and girls who bet the invisibles
A smile on their face without demurring,

Let us praise them.

Who stamp their feet
Staggering between alpha and beta
Giving a two minute warning
Before extinction.

   In a vision, looking beyond the curtain

The price of oil doubling

   While falling

A long way and back again.

  What is this?

    Nothing.

The stump of a tree rotting.

Inflation merry.

Iceland ? 

Sold for a penny.

Print and be damned,

How sweet - it's a bail out !

  For cars we do not need

             Or care for.

Now there's a man with vision.

So head’s were spinning.

Nobody (anybody) queried the query.

Knew whether we were running,

   Shooting, firing

   Lobbying or…

Out in rigs, steamers, living,

And everything moving –

'Gated and booted,

    You rough-riding, son of a vigilante.'

And horses with the feet of centaurs,
Salesman out west along highways

In patterns of spending obvious

Even the rich quite clever

          Looking dreadful.

Enters Bernie to get

His leg-over.

Il Duce.  Vittoria!

Finally, the screens stand watching themselves

   A view is fixed, a trance.

Suddenly, no not Goldmans !

We trusted you,

Although the mask has fallen
   A finger points accusingly

But to whom, O Israel?

Truth being something of a victim,

    These lie dominated by further cluster

And all prominent -

   Telling of Tokyo, the Footsie

       Or Paris falling -
Beneath
Running powerfully from Bank to

      Chancery

The system failing.

A stop at Lehman intoxicating.
    Sounds of drums and shields.

inhabitants

Walk out in a crash of symbols
  

Despite the sulphurous smelling/still exclaiming

   "isn't it wonderful the killing."

Our data correlated

   To voice and nervous sinew

As starred-crossed models.

   The new swimmers,

Despite their death 'brothers',

All names inter-twinned: winners.

   Pure velocity, surges/rallies.

Suddenly damaged,

   Mayfair empty.

Was glad as I walked into this house
Could not divide one mouth from another
Nor tell who was on my side

Felt only the warmth of the sun on my back
   And the fires of hell around me.

To god I go -

A mispriced fool in a world of wonder.

      Yes,

I shall walk in the valley of the shadow of debt

   Every seed planted.

A million Armageddons flowering.

Thought I was man's best friend
But now the lakes are burning,

All of us, no longer filled with thoughts of lust
Are wretched in state moneyless

Where dreams are turned to dust.

Let us return to Paradise, Archangel,
You and I walking under an evening sky -

What a bargain!   Credit unlimited.

But, despite a discount,

Despite a god,

This sucker's going down alright.