Ban "Nama" Rama

by christopher   Feb 13, 2012


They wear Armani suits, walk in Gucci shoes, hand made shirts, gold cufflinks, silk ties.
Chauffeur driven limousines action like spies. Tended too by hand and foot, reared on silver spoons.

Shrouded in secrecy, their playpens like fox's dens.
Corresponding composing with nine carrot gold pens.
Fraud lent cheques conterfeited.

Affluent buildings with plush addresses possessed by "Nama" respected by their peers as the golden generation. Consternation they brought to their nation. In the name of Angela Merkel, Zarkosy and the Bundesbank "Aman".

New deity Ban"Nama"Rama incognito.
Playing snakes and ladders with the blackadders.

Grandiose ideas, thinking ambivalent thoughts through ambiguity notions.
Too arrogant to be our equivalent; for their avirice becomes our reality.

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  • 12 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    I've read this a few times and each time I find another reason to enjoy it.
    It was informative, enjoyable and full of interesting lines.
    Excellent as always

  • 12 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Nicely worded protest against our modern day society and the air headed 'nouveau riche'

    Well done,

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 12 years ago

    by Jenni

    Okay here is the promised comment.

    First of all I was wondering what your title is supposed to refer to and I wasn't really able to think of something until I read your poem, I really like the play of words and your word choice in general because they make the whole poem flow really smoothly.
    I am happy to see a topic dealing with this topic instead of just pretending it would not be there, I also like your straightforwardness because it emphasizes what you mean and the sarcasm you use in specific phrases is clear too.

    We both know that the EUs currency isn't experiencing its most stable time right now, or lets rather say it isn't as stable as it was before. National bankruptcy seems to be problems we'll have to deal with more "commonly", which on one sides cuases people to save the bit of money they have because they're afraid that their regime might try and get it with some way or another (taxes mostlikely), while those who have it in masses, spend it like it's nothing.

    But to get back to your poem, I thought it was an interesting read!

    One suggestion: I think avirice should be avarice.

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