Many billionaires around,
Are newly found,
As they rise up ,
In wealth and status
They lose out,
In faith and repute.
The nouveau rich seen across,
Are a tribe in a toss,
Since they grow up like a creeper,
Climbing up in a startle
Eating out the tree deeper.
The much loaded man down,
Walks stately with an imaginary crown,
Exhibiting his celebrated grandeur,
Accumulated through a plunder,
Though not direct but through insider trading,
Amassing a heavy fortune in hedge funding.
The executive rides in a Mercedes,
Gesturing an elaborate precedence,
With unlimited authority and arrogance,
Pulling out the cream from the pie,
Then illustrate a sincere plough through,
Provoking 
a sobbing cry.
The politician flies in a charter,
Motioning a serious barter,
With the nations poor and developing,
Addressing a series of conventions,
By eliciting and enumerating the potholes,
In the system of renovations..
Bail outs are for the economies,
To come out of the ignominious,
But they serve the statesmen,
Their kinsmen and businessmen,
To tug and tug and pull and pull the package,
Lo!Little do we know of making money
Meenas Poems 