When banks fail you
You are out in the cold
The world seems to go by
As you grabble with your woes
Financial turmoil
The misery of many
You hear it ringing
The crying faces
And the hungry souls
Outside feeling the hot sun
Rays hitting hard on the skin
Burning sensation the outcome flow
Alive yet the money woes
On the walls and trees
On the streets Ah Longs glare
The advertisements of easy money
Problem solved call Ah Longs
The glitter isn't gold
The golden ray just merely for show
When you fail to pay
The hellish nightmare begins
You wish you haven't fallen
The financial woes betraying self worth
And the worst cry of painful torture
Ah Longs don't care
They have no souls to spare
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