The Markets Are Down
The Markets Are Down.
Banish the hubris,
Toss away the choice words
Spoken by rotten, broken tongues.
Silence the chorus of appalled shock.
Shred the sermons,
Burn down the gory edifices:
The churches, mosques, temples
And the muted Gods they mock.
Drain the sewage.
Flush away the insidious odour
Seeping up from malls, homes, carnivals.
Put it in a closet and weld the key in the lock.
Shut it all off.
Turn out the lights.
Pull the damned plug.
But hold on to that blue-chip stock.
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