A water carrier was the hero of Kipling's poem, 'Gunga Din.' These days Fed Chairman Ben Bernanke has been carrying the water for Wall Streeters. His polices have enriched this crowd mightily while doing very little to better the economic lives of the rest of us. Here, then, I offer this Kipling knockoff - Gunga Ben.
Gunga Ben
You may praise free market's power
With stocks in endless flower
And home prices looking like they'll never top;
But comes the sound of crashing
There's just one place you'll be looking
And a'begging for the horrid drop to stop.
Sure you spend your working time
In that well-paid Wall Street clime
Claimin' you're a master of the universe;
And the crew you bring together
Swears you need no outside fetter
'Til your arrogance brings down that crashing curse.
Then its "Ben! Ben! Ben!
We need a huge Fed handout once again;"
Though all others he's ignorin'
For you guys Ben is adorin'
Always saving The Street's bacon, Gunga Ben
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©2011 Michael Silverstein
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