Bill:
Here’s a little New Year’s "cadeaux" for you and the GATA gang.
Best regards,
Dean Steeves
TO ALL INTERNATIONAL BANKERS
The pages of your history
Go back to far in time
So I'll just deal with what you've done
To this country I call mine.
Shortly after settling down
From our constitutional stir
The richest land in all the world
Is simply what we were
And the control and depletion of all this wealth
Is what you deeply yearned
So off you went just
Like you did in Europe
Since the days of monarchies
To establish a form of central bank
That would control all financial decrees.
At first our inherent strength
Made it tough for you to play
But slowly over the course of time
You had more and more to say
Until finally
On one December day
Our own Woodrow Wilson
Signed our country away.
Yes your Federal Reserve
A private corporation
Not an agency of our government per se
Spread its' wings
Took to flight
And converted both our lands and ourselves
To your financial prey.
You created our crash of twenty-nine
And our bankruptcy of thirty-three
You hold all our federal lands as collateral
As part of our receivership
To which our Congress agreed.
You have fraudulently created the IRS
As part of your depletion scheme
You have pursued with a vengeance our farm lands
Because you know they're our bastion
For maintaining our independency.
You have created dissension
Poverty and crime
So that your New World Order
Will appear like relief
Just sent in time.
You own most of our Congress
with all its political jive
Our media
Our education
Our judicial
Our religions on high
You have no intent of stopping
The people's painful cries
And your only response is
"There will be no relief
Until it's all our own way,
Or until all of you die".
And you assume we possess
Only marshmallow hearts
And drugstore lettuce eyes
Well what can I tell you
About how far you are wrong
Because your money's not the power
That thinking is wrong
At best it's a lever
That doesn't have long
Since the fiddler is now playing
Your final swan song.
You have made the worst kind of error
In your assent to the throne
You have assumed we were all helpless
Against the weapons you've honed
You thought you were concealed
Pulling strings from behind
You obviously must think
That everyone's blind.
You operate through channels strategically placed
You'll even set up a counter against yourself,
If it means hiding your face
Your team of assassins
That work your international affairs
Are now being supported by soldiers
Wearing United Nations' gear.
Your man Mr. Bush up there on the hill
Has certainly proved to us all
That he's ready and willing to kill
Because the slaughter of our freedom
Has been a reality pill
That says if your plan doesn't get enacted
Then the Multi Jurisdictional Task Force
Through FEMA sure will.
I could go on and on
In exposing your plan
Of world domination
Of slavery and scam
But suffice me to say
And I'll speak as one man
THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL
WE'LL EVER GIVE UP THIS LAND!