Poetry – The Jolly Profiteer

The Jolly Profiteer

There was a jolly profiteer

Who gained his wealth from threats and fear,

But no decent people would come near

The jolly profiteer.

Every crisis was a dare

For him to gamble with his shares

From Brexit, Corvid and elsewhere

The profiteer showed great flair.

He robbed the pennies from the poor,

Kicking children out the door,

Profiting from starvation and war,

Money was all that he cared for.

There was a jolly profiteer

Who gained his wealth from threats and fear

But no decent people would come near

The jolly profiteer.

Opher – 2.4.2020

There’s so many of these profiteering monsters. They pretend to be human. They pretend to be respectable. They pretend to know what is best for us. They pretend to have feelings. They are certainly good pretenders.

The profiteers take many guises – from bankers and entrepreneurs to politicians. They have one thing in common – they live to exploit people and situations and do care about morality or the outcome of their actions.

They are modern-day robber barons.

They manipulate international money markets and never care about the destitute farmers in developing countries. They invest in environmentally dubious ventures, chopping down forest, mining and oil – without regard for the environment.

They love a good war or a national crisis – like Brexit. The Covid-19 is just one more opportunity to make a killing.

How many million did Rees-Mogg make out of Brexit? Remind me again.

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