by Tim Chiu
The bubble will burst unless voices are heard - a poem about strategy and costs.
|Entertaining gross exchanges; |
Never knowing sinning changes…
The history’s most stylish voices
Ably calling out vague choices…
The global gifts that sort of matter
Are the souls who duly scatter;
But every value must be taught
By human ranks who blindly bought.
The brave display of silence grabs
A vocal horror’s gaudy stabs;
While doctors who divine these policies
Claim a science stoked by idiocies.
Each stock trader pays the tolls
With their most outstanding roles;
But how these youths relate so straight -
They trade big stocks, up now, down late.
Advising through a worldly standing
Seems to click with bold demanding -
While other nations show defiance,
Their acts pertain to straight reliance.
A truthful stature to compare -
The victories so truly rare;
The soldiers vanquish horrid deeds -
While leading generals signal needs…