http://suadalhalwachi.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Logo1.png 0 0 admin http://suadalhalwachi.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Logo1.png admin2014-07-25 10:36:002015-01-12 06:05:31Poem about the banks
Once upon a time there was a person, who lived in a kingdom by the sea
The kingdom was great and had all the necessities of life, if you want to know the story just wait and see
He worked hard to gain his qualifications, and scored high marks the lowest was a C
He fell in love with a woman, but all he can think of is to walk with her along the quay
No outings, no dinners, no cake and coffee and no shopping spree.
He got himself great jobs that paid him well, but he always was short of funds by the end of the month
Holidays are not part of the plan, neither are extravagant dinners and food that waters the mouth
He tries to save to do something nice for his wife, his mum and siblings so he went north and south
Got better certificates and lived in tiny places that gave him shivering nights, and he had no couch
When he graduated they took him back in his earlier job, but the salary was ouch
He started thinking of why is this so, the harder he works, the more money he gets the shorter in funds he becomes
Yes he has a mortgage on a home a loan on a car installments on his furniture but he did the sums!
His holidays come out of the credit cards and his kids schools are paid off by the job but he is living on crumbs
Nevertheless he laughs, smiles, and chatters around and to however he sees he ups the thumps
He never complains as he is just wondering what he would do when the time comes?
Then he realized that most of his money is swallowed by the banks
They suck every pound, every toppings, every penny and even the precious stamps
They are ready to take your cloths away and if you run they bring you the tanks
They pay their directors the best of bonuses that out of your pockets it extracts
Even the central bank doesn’t believe you and is ready to have face blanks
The police send you messages pay or else you will have us behind your backs
He was thinking and thinking of what he should do to stop this injustice
Should he close down and go back to the his old country and lives in roughness
If he sell the house, rents a tent and lives in the desert is it an utter madness?
What would happen to his kids schooling and to the rest of the required grandness
Should he care about his friends and others who stood around without any sadness?
None of that he is going to accept, the banks are the ones he must defy
They are the ones he will go against and he will try and on himself he will rely
No government will help, no police nor the family or the friends they all will deny
He thinks “am I on my own in this world when a melancholy happens or when I cry!”
“And all the time I spent with those people, all the giving, and I did comply”!
So, he said, I must have a plan
The banks and the credit cards I will ban
I will do a business that will bring more money and I will read the Quraan
It must have a solution that will make me a stronger man
And when all is cleared, wait and see people, none of you I will help except those that can
Only those that got worried when I had the problem, but not those that ran!