THE RUN UPON THE BANKERS: a poem

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THE RUN UPON THE BANKERS
    Jonathan Swift

    The bold encroachers on the deep
    Gain by degrees huge tracts of land,
    Till Neptune, with one general sweep,
    Turns all again to barren strand.

    The multitude's capricious pranks
    Are said to represent the seas,
    Breaking the bankers and the banks,
    Resume their own whene'er they please.

    Money, the life-blood of the nation,
    Corrupts and stagnates in the veins,
    Unless a proper circulation
    Its motion and its heat maintains.

    Because 'tis lordly not to pay,
    Quakers and aldermen in state,
    Like peers, have levees every day
    Of duns attending at their gate.

    We want our money on the nail;
    The banker's ruin'd if he pays:
    They seem to act an ancient tale;
    The birds are met to strip the jays.

    "Riches," the wisest monarch sings,
    "Make pinions for themselves to fly;" [1]
    They fly like bats on parchment wings,
    And geese their silver plumes supply.

    No money left for squandering heirs!
    Bills turn the lenders into debtors:
    The wish of Nero now is theirs, [2]
    "That they had never known their letters.

    "Conceive the works of midnight hags,
    Tormenting fools behind their backs:
    Thus bankers, o'er their bills and bags,
    Sit squeezing images of wax.

    Conceive the whole enchantment broke;
    The witches left in open air,
    With power no more than other folk,
    Exposed with all their magic ware.

    So powerful are a banker's bills,
    Where creditors demand their due;
    They break up counters, doors, and tills,
    And leave the empty chests in view.

    Thus when an earthquake lets in light
    Upon the god of gold and hell,
    Unable to endure the sight,
    He hides within his darkest cell.

    As when a conjurer takes a lease
    From Satan for a term of years,
    The tenant's in a dismal case,
    Whene'er the bloody bond appears.

    A baited banker thus desponds,
    From his own hand foresees his fall,
    They have his soul, who have his bonds;
    'Tis like the writing on the wall. [3]

    How will the caitiff wretch be scared,
    When first he finds himself awake
    At the last trumpet, unprepared,
    And all his grand account to make!

    For in that universal call,
    Few bankers will to heaven be mounters;
    They'll cry, "Ye shops, upon us fall!
    Conceal and cover us, ye counters!

    "When other hands the scales shall hold,
    And they, in men's and angels' sight
    Produced with all their bills and gold,
    "Weigh'd in the balance and found light!"

    1. Proverbs 23:5

    2. Nero, signing the death sentence of a condemned criminal, exclaimed:
    "Quam vellem nescire litteras!"("How I wish I'd never learned to write!") Suetonius, 10;

    3. Daniel 5:25 מנא ,מנא, תקל, ופרסין (Mene, Mene, Tekel uPharsin)
After the Revolution of 1905, the Czar had prudently prepared for further outbreaks by transferring some $400 million in cash to the New York banks, Chase, National City, Guaranty Trust, J.P.Morgan Co., and Hanover Trust. In 1914, these same banks bought the controlling number of shares in the newly organized Federal Reserve Bank of New York, paying for the stock with the Czar\'s sequestered funds. In November 1917,  Red Guards drove a truck to the Imperial Bank and removed the Romanoff gold and jewels. The gold was later shipped directly to Kuhn, Loeb Co. in New York.-- Curse of Canaan

active_indolent

Great Poem! Thanks!

Here's another poem:
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"Throned above all, in a manner without parallel in all past, is the veiled prophet of finance, swaying all men living by a sort of magic, and delivering oracles in a language not understood of the people."

"The true equation is "democracy" = government by world financiers."
- J.R.R. Tolkien, in "The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien"