Washington and Wall Street. (Dedicated to Andrew Ackerman.)

 

In the halls of power, with marble so grand,
Whispers of deceit, deals made by the hand.
Bankers and bureaucrats weave a web so wide,
In the dance of corruption, in power they confide.

In Washington’s grasp, politicians hold sway,
Brokers from Wall Street come to play.
Amidst the gloss of progress, behind closed doors,
The common man’s wealth, secretly it implores.

Shadows of greenbacks cast long and lean,
The dance goes on, a sight unseen.
In their fox trot of greed, only one decree,
"Fill our coffers, let the little ones bleed."

From Main Street to farmsteads, from coast to coast,
It's the small, the weak, who lose the most.
The price of their dance, a toll we bear,
In silent resentment, in stifled despair.

But remember, there's power in the humble and low,
In unity's strength, resistance can grow.
A dance can be altered, a song can be changed,
If the piper’s tune, we choose to rearrange.

A chorus of voices, a melody of might,
Can reclaim the rhythm in the dark of night.
In the dance of the world, the steps are ours to make,
For it’s the people, not the puppeteers, who the future will stake.