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.