A poem to the bankers

Bankster Bankster, in your tower,
Drunk on greed, from paper power.

By your design, you print the cash,
You create from air, we print from hash.

You killed and robbed, through pen and pad,
You took our good, now comes our bad.

You've built it up, a grand charade,
You owe a debt, that can’t be paid.

So if you're smart, you’ll disappear.
Your time is up, the end draws near.

-Rektless

I have a feeling that the crypto market is being intentionally crushed by the banking powers. The day that it first tanked below $6,000, was the same day the central banks came out and said they would begin introducing their own central banking cryptos. The next day, the European Central Bank called bitcoin "evil" spawn of the financial crisis. Ironic that he is an ex goldman sachs executive, and was implicit in the cause of the 2008 collapse. They want to kill bitcoin, and they are trying. Here is my poem to them