A Poem on Money
'A Poem to Humans by Money
Dear Humans,
I am the scariest thing society has ever seen!
I am the greenback, well, the dollar I mean.
I was created out of thin air.
I’ve been known to create much despair.
My mother is the Federal Reserve,
The corporatocracy she serves.
She is a private bank, not federal whatsoever.
Copulation between the two is the greatest financial crime ever.
I was born in debt.
Let’s not forget
that for every time I am produced,
it’s at interest; financial slavery it has induced.
It’s a system of self-generating debt.
For the people, it’s a threat.
The Federal Income the people have to pay,
actually goes to the interest of the Federal Debt today!
The rest of my family — the banking cartels,
are the criminals who put people in financial cells.
They control the money supply
and — surprisingly — the people comply.
They have a monopoly on the production of legal tender.
Blindfolds are placed on the citizens, naysayers called offenders.
Banks aren’t regulated any longer,
thus they invent their own policy, making them stronger.
Before, I used to be printed
based on how much gold was minted.
Now, I’m backed by nothing, except faith in a declining system; a zero, zilch, nada.
Tough to beat, the machine is protected by the corporate armada.
I am only important in this society,
because resources are needed, otherwise, physical and emotional anxiety.
Without me,
one could not survive against life’s army.
Soldiers of torment,
who withhold essential supplies and fragment
the social order;
leaving a few in prosperity and most in impoverished smolder.
But in reality, I am inconsequential.
Resources, abundance, love, sustainability: essential.
I am used in all countries
and yet I can’t grow on trees.
I cannot be eaten as a meal.
I provide no shelter, no nutrition, nor can I heal.
I dictate the lives of humanity.
A few have plenty while most wallets are empty.
So long as I exist,
the problems of the world will persist:
poverty, war, greed, famine, and division.
The people tossed out like cut foreskins; economic circumcision.
I hope people never ask themselves what is truly indispensable.
For if they knew the answer, they’d no longer be insensible.
They will come to realize that resources are needed.
And that they’ve been cheated.
Taught to focus on intangible things,
like corporate images, brands, and other nothings;
instead of focusing on natural resources that satisfy human wants and needs.
An intelligent management of the earth’s resources needs to proceed.
Until the masses wake up, I doubt that’d ever transpire
because their thoughts are guided by the corporate empire.
They are kept shallow.
Black Friday they will follow.
Taught to consume and consume some more,
environmental concerns they ignore.
My greatest enemy is a resource based economy.
I wouldn’t be needed and it would grant personal autonomy.
For the notion of money would be in the distant past.
Without me, pain, suffering, and misery couldn’t last.
Sincerely,
Money
by Gino Montessi