Red Lines Down
Down! Once More!
The market falls,
To our great despair.
Down it plunges like 1929.
Evaporated. Money gone.
Numbers tick down.
Lines with negative slopes.
Savings and investments erased forever.
Hysteria! Calculated misfortune.
Negative ten percent,
Shown every single day.
Some Hoover or Covid Stew?
Depression. Economic recession.
Stock markets unstable.
Digital numbers determine everything.
Recover will certainly come, eventually.
Copyright © Roland Dust | Year Posted 2020
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