Arrogance, Ignorance and Greed By @ShowOfHandsNews

With your bonuses and expenses
You shoveled down your throat
Now you bit the hand that fed you
Dear God I hope you choke

In 2007–2008 there was a world-wide glob­al bankers’ crash, bring­ing on a glob­al depres­sion that is still affect­ing many parts of the world today. This all res­ul­ted in deep aus­ter­ity meas­ures (vicious cut­backs in pub­lic ser­vices like schools, hos­pit­als and fam­ily bene­fits) tak­ing many mil­lions of people into unem­ploy­ment. It has even brought about war situ­ations.

This depres­sion was dir­ectly caused by the arrog­ance, ignor­ance and greed of top bankers,  who were bailed out with our money by west­ern politi­cians. Today, the same arrog­ance is hap­pen­ing ‚ and it will lead to an even worse crash than the Wall Street crash of 1929 which her­al­ded World War 2.

In the track ‘Arrog­ance, Ignor­ance & Greed’ Show of Hands are con­sciously express­ing this soci­etal and glob­al issue. This music video is filmed around the City of Lon­don. Its both a sooth­ing and riv­et­ing track. The image of bankers with their noses in the pig troughs(from the music video) explains my point fur­ther…

 

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Lyr­ics:

All I wanted was a home
And a roof over our heads
Some­where we could call our own
Feel safer in our beds

There was a storm of money rain­ing down
It only touched the ground
With a loan I took I can’t repay
And the crock of gold you found

At every trough you stopped to feed
With your Arrog­ance, your Ignor­ance and Greed.

I nev­er was a cau­tious man
I spend more than I’m paid
But those with some­thing put aside
Are the ones that you betrayed

With your bonuses and expenses
You shov­elled down your throat
Now you bit the hand that fed you
Dear God I hope you choke

At every trough you stopped to feed
With your Arrog­ance, your Ignor­ance and Greed.

You’re on your yacht, we’re on our knees
Through your Arrog­ance, your Ignor­ance and Greed.

Tox­ics springs you tapped and sold,
Poisoned every water­ing hole
Your prob­ity, you exchanged for gold

Work­ing man stands in line
The mar­ket sets his price
No feather bed, no golden egg
No one pays him twice

So where’s your thrift, your cau­tion
Your hon­est sound advice
You know you dealt your­self a win­ning hand
And loaded every dice

At every trough you stopped to feed
With your Arrog­ance, your Ignor­ance and Greed.

I pray one day we’ll soon be free
From your abso­lute indif­fer­ence
Your avarice, incom­pet­ence
Your Arrog­ance, your Ignor­ance and your Greed.

 

 

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Lana Bell

Lana Bell

Author / Poetry Edit­or at I Am Hip-Hop 
Lana Bell, is an eight­een year old Lon­don­er who is based in Bris­tol. She is an emer­ging Spoken Word Artist, and the Poetry Edit­or for I Am Hip-Hop Magazine. She has been writ­ing for a dec­ade; though she has only been per­form­ing on from the age of fif­teen. She got into Hip-Hop music at four­teen, and she found a massive interest in Old Skl Sounds and the out­let that Hip-Hop music offered her.

About Lana Bell

Lana Bell
Lana Bell, is an eighteen year old Londoner who is based in Bristol. She is an emerging Spoken Word Artist, and the Poetry Editor for I Am Hip-Hop Magazine. She has been writing for a decade; though she has only been performing on from the age of fifteen. She got into Hip-Hop music at fourteen, and she found a massive interest in Old Skl Sounds and the outlet that Hip-Hop music offered her.

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