CALM Publishing

THERE IS NO SILENCE

There is no silence
And there is no humility
On the banks of the Potomac
Or the halls of the Federal Reserve
In charge of the money
They print at will
With no connection
To the sources of wealth
Except as inheritor
Of the greatest undiscovered continent Economically
As though North America, U.S.A.
Is founded in plenty
No City/States warring for centuries.

Natives moved on
Life being hard
No need to make it harder
Kicking your neighbor tribe

Here we are
Didn’t ask for the bequest
A country unified
Behind the almighty stock Which wavers in the wind As a rose in full scent
Yet knowing its petals wilt Under the pressure of debt –

The burden is shifted by the Treasury Through financing by the Fed.
The machine must grow to make it work. We are the transfer generation –

Those who take what is not theirs. And draws against it.

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