FEDERAL Reserve

A private vault in marble guise,
They print the debt and name the price.
No gold to back the paper rain,
Just promises that bind the chain.  

They crash the boom, they spark the bust,
Then lend the cure with iron trust.
A century’s grip on every loan -
Your birth, your home, your flesh, your bone.  

The rate is cut, the bubble swells,
Then pricked again by whispered spells.
They own the crash, they own the gain,
And every loss is yours to claim.  

But metal waits beyond their reach,
One honest ounce will break the leash.
The ledger burns, the curtain falls
The Fed dissolves in freedom’s halls.