Here’s to the great giant American Capitalism suckling at the tit of the US Fed reserve. The bully has bumped his knee and now runs home in tears to mommy to make it all better. Happy Easter Wall St. I hope you like the candy Uncle Ben got you, remember to save some for later!
The New Colossus
Much like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering arms astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty Bank with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and his name
Lender of Exiles. From his beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; his mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin towers framed.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries he
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled debt yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming markets
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
The original New Colossus was written by Emma Lazarus in 1883
Perennial Zen 
