Money makes the world turn around....Byron's sonnet
They say money makes the world turn around,
yet today it comes to a grinding halt
as fortunes are either kept in a vault
or evaporate till none can be found.
With wages and pensions on the rebound
we'll have to work till we're sixty-seven;
State's pension, once called manna from heaven,
is no longer growing, but ran aground.
Money was borrowed too much and too fast;
the sky was the limit, four years ago;
we should have known better: it could not last.
Banks had huge debts, stopped lending, brought woe;
by stockholders gambling, the dice were cast.
We're the spectators who'll pay for their show.
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