The Banker

A poem by Craig-James Moncur 2009

Whether Craig-James Moncur had a remarkable sense of our trajectory to have such precision in writing about the future or if this is one of the many revelations of the method is unknown; all we know is that this poem was writeen over a decade ago and it is accurate.

Performed By Mike Daviot, Written,Directed and Produced By: Craig-James Moncur

Hello, my name is Montague William 3rd
And what I will tell you may well sound absurd
But the less who believe it the better for me
For you see, I'm in Banking and big industry.

For many a year we have controlled your lives
While you all just struggle and suffer in strife
We created the things that you don't really need
Your sports cars and Fashions and Plasma TV's.

I remember it clearly how all this begun
Family secrets from Father to Son
Inherited knowledge that gives me the edge
While you peasants, people, lie sleeping at night in your beds.

We control the money that controls your lives
Whilst you worship false idols and wouldn't think twice
Of selling your souls for a place in the sun
These things that won't matter when your time is done.

But as long as they're there to control the masses
I just sit back and consider my assets
Safe in the knowledge that I have it all
While you common people are losing your jobs.

You see I just hold you in utter contempt
But the smile on my face well it makes me exempt
For I have the weapon of global TV
Which gives us connection and invites empathy.

You would really believe that we look out for you.
While we Bankers and Brokers are only a few.
But if you saw that then you'd take back the power.
Hence daily terrors to make you all cower.

The Panics the crashes the wars and the illness
That keep you from finding your Spiritual Wholeness
We rig the game and we buy out both sides
To keep you enslaved in your pitiful lives.

So go out and work as your body clock fades
And when it's all over a few years from the grave
You'll look back on all this and just then you'll see
That your life was nothing, a mere fantasy.

There are very few things that we don't now control
To have Lawyers and Police Force was always a goal
Doing our bidding as you march on the street
But they never realise they're only just sheep.

For real power resides in the hands of a few
You voted for parties what more could you do
But what you don't know is they're one and the same
Old Gordon has passed good old David the reigns.

And you'll follow the leader who was put there by you
But your blood it runs red while our blood runs blue
But you simply don't see its all part of the game
Another distraction like money and fame.

Get ready for wars in the name of the free
VaCcinations for illness that will never be
The assault on your children's impressionable minds
and a micro chipped world. You'll put up no fight.

Information suppression will keep you in toe
Depopulation of peasants was always our goal
But eugenics was not what we hoped it would be
Oh yes it was us that funded Nazis!

But as long as we own all the media too
What's really happening does not concern you
So just go on watching your plasma TV
And the world will be run by the ones you can't see.

Written By Craig-James Moncur 16/10/2009