Ant Smith

All poems

No were not

No we’re not, no we’re not
No we’re not fit now
All the banks have shut up shop
Moved themselves way off shore
Said so long, it sure was nice
Moved themselves to paradise
They’ve had our cake they’ve had their slice

No we’re not, no we’re not
No we’re not rich now
No more loans, no more subs
No more ads imploring us
To make hay, while it shines
No more debt up to our eyes
Ocean seemed like such nice guys

No we’re not, no we’re not
No we’re not free now
They’ve made themselves, insolvent
But still they chase me for the rent
I owe the man who works att he bank
Who owes the government for the cash
That they loaned, from my tax
It’s all just a little bit too mad
Never a lender or borrower be
If you want your sanity

No we’re not, no we’re not
No we’re not to blame now
We’re not the ones who played futures games
We’re not the ones who made the mistakes
We just want a living wage
And a little bit for our old age
And though I want, economic relief
I don’t want to sell my teeth

No we’re not, no we’re not
No we’re not to blame now.