I had a dream

I had a dream
kind of a prayer
“I know I owe a lot of money
to the Government
which pretends to be what it is not
and I owe to its ever present bamboo shoots
thus paying for my  torture
meant to pierce each and every home
of East and West
South and North
with usury and unjust laws
but I never really know
what money is
I don’t create it
just labor
hopes
and sweat
translated into paper stamped with shadows
of the past and future crimes and murders
but money changes every day from this to that
just too much room for an educated guess
of uneducated ass like me
out of thin air the trap is set
for life
on planet Earth
slaughter house for women and men
so
Dear Banksters we need to exchange few favors
or bullets will become Angels
and chase you
from London to promised land
or where ever you try to proclaim peace
on each generation graves
on humans turned slaves that worked too hard to live
off of the fruits they have created
while the music played only  to rhythm of printing press
and your greed and your Cabal
and wishes against freedom of men
with God’s will
soon to be liberated
Amen”

and I knew right away this payer was not perfect
but it works for me