Banks! I see the gaunt unsmiling face of my neighbour every night, Trudging back from his day at work, struggling with all his might. To make a meek existence, to feed and clothe and house, His much beloved family, and his ever loving spouse. But as I gaze at this tired young man, working out his heart, I wonder what he is slaving for, and will he ever start, To analyse his life he has, and who he is working for. And why it is that he will be, forever simply poor. A glance at his statement, of his mortgage from the bank, Will show the monthly interest, going to
Banks!
