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The Recession of the Emerald Isle

The years before 2008 back when are economy was still standing great. 
Money was carelessly spent as people thought their wealth; would never melt away but how wrong were they? 
Fancy new cars  and two or three holidays in the sun a year people thought their cushy life's would never disappear. 
The building trade was booming and no one knew that money problems were looming .
Everyone had higher wages;  bigger cars and could afford to eat out and drink in fancy bars.
 
But then in 2008 our economy fell; into a economic hell . As businesses could no longer sell.
Money became tighter and everyone soon knew; it was the end of are economic boom .
Mortgages couldn’t be paid and half built homes with empty hallways where people should have been; just empty like a poor family’s hopes and dreams. Ghost estates were everywhere in the country dozens of houses built now only filled with dirt and filth now for only rats to roam these lonely  ghost estates alone.
 
Morale went down as anger rose from teary-eyed emotions of family’s and well educated people having to leave behind ;
Their memoires and past times in search of a better life in another country they feel; has jobs with a better deal.
Family’s tore apart , heats are broken,  small businesses are no more ,the people of the emerald isle no longer smile.
 
Streets once booming with noise and people;  now as quiet as a church steeple .
Less cars drive on are roads as animals are abandoned from their homes .
Crime rates rise up like fire and danger is higher .
Suicidal thoughts are in more peoples minds because their bills keep counting and their tears are mounting.
All the foreigners who once saw are country as a place of hope;now only see are country as been broke
 
A great economy Ireland used to be; but now just a faded memory of what  are country used to be .

Copyright © Marko Kyoto | Year Posted 2012

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