John Pierpont Morgan

You will never be alone with a poet in your pocket.
John Adams

I invoke your ghost
As in the times of Panic of 1893,
You turned things around
Like a real rainmaker,
Ignoring scarcity in Wall Street,
By defying all sort of odds and uncertainty,
Bringing surplus instead of deficit!

A true phantom,
Inspiring others to ignore reality
And overcome great adversity.
As you were amongst all living creatures
A true titan that worshiped effort and creativity.
You financed Nicola Tesla!
I invoke you and only you
Financier of financiers.
Your ego uncovered the blatant curtain of smoke,
That no other human being could have.