Money makes the world go round, silently, secretly, no sound

Dollars, Euros, but, mostly the pound

From the city of London, the cash will flow

Country to country, unseen, covertly, to those in the know

Banks control money, like a rivers direction, it's end and source

Meandering, disappearing, crashing, and going off course

Accumulation, profit, Swiss bank accounts and tax fraud, and liquid assets

Presidential elections, foundations, charities, all different facets

Drug cartels, mafia, lawyers, and judges, a swamp, a quagmire

All shown as entertainment, in the TV show the Wire

A court system rigged, did I mention it is a game?

A Judge, two briefs, a suspect, a witness, a victim to point blame

It is all about the money, plea bargains, and deals

Justice right? Or just us? It's all bollocks, and bullshit, and spiel

Orchestrated by Law, Lords, Knights, and the Crown

A court, it's Royal, municipal, in every town

So money makes the world go round

Swirling, spiralling, it's all abound

Without it we are fucked, these tokens we crave

To feed our children, our loved ones, we try to save

Money is bondage, usury and greed, do we need it to survive?

To feed our families, to keep them alive?

What if now humanity finally can see

Twas all just a game, to trap ye and me

CEO's, offshore accounts, private islands, and think tanks

Backed by high academia, corporations and banks

All part of a secret club, a cabal, a network, a web, a brotherhood

Tightly knit, compartmentalized, secret handshakes, symbols only for those who could

Understand them, decipher them, look and see

The hidden meanings, and the family tree

Of bloodlines and descendants, Royal or not

The elites are the Alpha, it is all a plot

To own the cattle, the sheep and the swine

To laugh at the masses, whilst they sip fine wine

For Britannia rules the waves, the currency, the cash

The gold, the diamonds, the Knight's Templar stash

This piracy is history but, hidden from thee

On behest of the Vatican, and the Holy Sea

For money is water, and land is not free

To all and sundry, including me

This I found out, just recently

When I tried to escape, this mediocrity

This digital matrix, this farm, this colony

This geo engineered, dumbed down, society

I lost my mind, it was all too much to take

I had to get away, for my girlfriend's sake

I had had enough, I could see through the veil

It was not pretty, it was bloody hell!

This esoteric world that runs parallel, to only those that see

It is cleverly woven, thought society

There is no where to go, to finally be free

From this oppressive big brother, we call society

For did I not mention, that the land is not free?

Not public, or private, to the likes of ye and me

Money is bondage, usury, and theft

These puppet masters are one hundred percent bereft

Of any compassion, empathy or care

It is all about profit, as long as they get their share

No matter who they step on, it is all a game

Like pieces on a chess board, to them we are all the same

Commerce, commodities, pawns on a board

To be exploited, sent to war, made to work, and whored

Who is on the currency? Who's face is here?

Printed like some deity, for all to Revere

False idols, sports stars, Hollywood and fame

Gods, narcissists, showbiz, did I mention it's a game?

Actors, pop stars, soap stars, and reality TV

All distractions, disinformation, for ye and me

History or his story? We do not know

Who tells the truth? A TV show?

There is a reason the Nazi's and Roman's burnt the books, it is plain to see

To socially engineer, to change the thinking of the future society

Forget about school, in the words of Pink Floyd

"Teacher leave those kids alone". You fucking Reptoid!

OK the second bit was my own words, it's OK, don't vent

Pink Floyd won't mind, they fucking hate 'the Establishment'

The Sex Pistols too, great music, great times, change

I thought maybe back then, when everything was strange

The fashion, the trend, the gossip, the way we spoke

That finally as humans, we manage to choke

The head of the snake, it was in our grasp

It did not last long, I sigh, and I gasp

If only, if only, peace would begin

As we neared the destruction, of the Wall in Berlin

Humanity at last, can see a way forward, a new dawn

The cold war was over, it's time for tea on the lawn

But the party was over, as a new bogey man emerged

The world was shocked as emotions surged

For now we had Jihad, to lift its head

Forget the Russians, let's pick on the Muslims instead

Invade all the countries in the Middle East

Take all their oil, print their currency, and feed the beast

Turn nation against nation, the profit of conflict

Control both sides, and try to inflict

As much pain and suffering til' both sides agree

For outside help, the trojan horse, the real enemy

So banks are cruel, greedy and wrong

Yet we all go about our day, and plod on

By Leo ( )

This imperative for parents who want to educate their children to the truths of the banking system. ( )