Some poetry for all those taken

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Virgil took Dante down
to the fourth Circle of Hell
reserved for those sinners
who made out "very well".

Madoff AIG
all the bankers and Thune
forced to push heavy gold
on a rough sandy dune.

The riches are plenty
and they push every day.
It's not theirs,
They labor without any pay.
The riches are plenty
and they push every day.
It's not theirs,
They labor without any pay.

No bonus, no dividend,
No fancy car.
So close to the cash,
And yet so very far.
No bonus, no dividend,
No fancy car.
So close to the cash,
And yet so very far.

Virgil was stoic,
but Dante could not believe.
The richest on earth,
Left to suffer and grieve!
"Damnation?" asked Dante.
"How on earth did they win it?"
Virgil just shrugged:
"There's a club. You're not in it"

But he is.