Ghosts Of The UNIVERSE

GHOSTS OF THE LANDS:

MONEY MATTERS

Secret financiers meet by the lake side of

Island Jekyll.

Not in attempt to hook fish or duck hunt,

Nor leaving any traces of freckles

On faces of rare gems.

Firm handshakes are dispersed,

Business deals are discussed,

Plotting a rigged monetary system with urgency:

The Federal Reserve Banking System.

Property managed well, earned, VIP reserved.

Graceland is not at all Mercy land.

It’s a place where torture is mass produced:

Like waterboarding at Guantanamo Bay.

Green land is untouched, but Mainland is not.

It’s where most pros and cons dwell…

Freetown is a newspeak word for Mortal Kombat grounds…

Politicians camp there regularly,

Military industrial complexes have bases there,

Spies and assassins are also stationed there.

In Scotland, citizens there are disgusted.

Chanting Glasgow, we believe in, well adjusted.

Let Brexit go, so it can return to its former slumber

of conquest.

Or altogether, renounce its bequest!

Boris Johnson wasn’t invited for comments.

So, President Trump screamed, “There’s no Russia Collusion.”

In New Zealand, red carpets are rolled out:

Welcoming Queen of England.

But Prince Harry grimaces at the Royal Crown.

Aussie land remembers the good old days of concessions.

Poland and Finland are left guessing, which sides to pick to amount their blessings.

Like Sudan, brutality in murderous hands—Forming nefarious cliques that stand ready.

Gunning down everybody—West Afrikans, East Afrikans, South Afrikans, North Afikans

Oceanians, East Asians, West, and East Indians.

 Immortality sounds alright, but…

Let’s not confuse it by killing innocent people.

Many are signing their souls on dotted lines.

Contracts are both religious and non-religious.

Pastors are purposefully deceiving everyone.

Misery sold for fun; profits are exiled offshore,

Virgin Islands were once considered parts of Afrika, due to their somewhat tropical climate.

Afrikans sailed there prior to 1492—some formed major tribes, others formed Igbo lands…I guess Japan remains a hit and run Empire, and Europe is considered a continent,

But it’s really made up of islands.

Greenbacks replace gold bricks,

Major banks form cartels,

Paper notes are printed behold, sold, and resold to the public in exchange for profits.

Compensation flirts with taxation,

But without legislative representation,

Percentage yields reopen wounds with no medicine to close them.

The game is rigged and ever intense.

Feds are scratching their heads,

Attempting to lower interest rates.

Starving appetites of recessions,

Is like asking for confessions,

Chaos still spills into concessions,

This is where most stocks are cheapest.

Economists cry foul play,

Naming culprits that teem their foray.

Skilled in drafting graphs and slopes,

Using formulas of Econometrics.

Wise investors wait patiently for the right moments to invest…

Because they know a thing or two:

When to buy and when to sell.

Especially, if bloodshed gushes out on

Wall and Main Streets.

Time for buying should decrease but instead

it increases exponentially.

Fears grow disproportionately,

Those who sell when the playing field is wide open and greener,

Become richer because they can withstand

EMOTIONAL TEMPTATIONS!