When the Poem Became Tears

When the poem became tears As the ink drips, I have become an emotional basket case. My keyboard squeals, as the businessman's anxiety climbs At the sound of the opening bells, Tariff wars targeting the poor, Evil Eyes merges with the Texas Tycoons What is the poor trader's offense? Going once, going twice, To be poor is to be honest, How can honesty be the best policy Knowingly, a poor man can never win a war with a rich man Going once, going twice no deal Tariff wars targeting the poor: “They fought with them, we feel the pain Forget the old saying, you scratch my back I scratch yours, what are the poor man's justifications Tighten your podiums, ring your bells And remember the words, “They charge us, we charge them, Why is the world upset? Aggression, depression, and the will to survive Inferior and permanent: listen to Bob Marley's “War song we will always be in war”