Tony blair giving babies money
in the style of Edgar Allen poe
**The Giver of Coin and Cradle**
In shadowed night, where whispers dwell,
'Neath crumbling roofs of ancient stone,
There lurked a figure, clad in spell—
'Twas Tony, eyes as cold as bone.
He minted gold for babe and wail,
With tender hands, soft fortunes unfurled;
Yet in their cries, a ghostly tale,
Their innocence a curse, a world unwhirled.
“Oh, give to me!” the infants pleaded,
In dreams, they danced 'til dawn's first light,
Yet 'neath the smile, a darkness seeded,
'Twas wealth that stole the heart from life.