Inflation

Our currency melts,
Like ice in our hands,
The shrinking of the dollar
Never ever ends,
The presses print new money,
Constantly, just on and on,
Till soon its value
Will diminish and end,
On useless wars and tax cuts
For the rich - ill spent,
Elect new leaders,
And this foolishness will end.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz