economy
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In the markets, numbers soar and fall,
A dance of money, a constant brawl,
Economy, the grand machine,
Whose workings no one can quite glean.
Supply and demand, the golden rule,
The wheels of commerce turn and spin,
A complex system, a game to win,
Money flows in a ceaseless stream,
A juggernaut, a capitalist dream.
From market stalls to corporate towers,
Amidst the ebbs and flows of life,
The economy stands tall and rife,
A system of trade, a force of change,
A web of transactions, an endless exchange.
It ebbs and flows like a tide,
Shhh! Can you hear that?
Can you hear the silence?
It's killing you slowly;
Mince to mince.
Look at those people around you,
Suffering the same thing that you do.
They were enjoying peace;
we're all human
no matter what religion we follow or dont follow
we're all human
no matter what culture we belong to
we're all human
no matter what ethnicity we are
we're all human
There is a rich Wall Street investor
Who is a digital wealth master.
One day, crypto prices rise,
Thinking that selling is wise,
He lost and faces a sequester.
Bits, Bits.
It's digital
reaching everybody.
Use money without middlemen.
My bits!
They want to help the minority, Why not start with the majority. We've got corrupt corporations,Taking over the whole nation. Monsanto is for sure a tout, Suing all the farmers without a doubt.
Live We Breath
i Wont Live
Everything is crazy and we're not dead yet.
Sitting on trash as our polluted sun sets.
breath is rare and skin is dim...
oh, what will we do when our water runs thin?
August Forster
Written 10/3/16
The Fall
Hearts break, winds soar.
Souls taken, life's a war.
Cries heard, sirens ring.
Where were we in that past life?
This is no run of the mill fast life
Getting up around seven and getting back past nine
Enough to make the irrational type
Practical
Just another kid right?
I just don’t understand what adolescence has to do with intelligence,
because I’m talking to adult minds and I can’t believe there level of negligence.
As I was descending from my declavity, with such an excessive velocity, suddenly I precipitated on a Holigorized thoroughfare.
And, we don't all live in Ferguson, MO.
Aye, it’s time for a recap
Rapper Kristen in the house,
Now let’s hit it!
Y’all take notes from my amigo Hayek.
Say’s new law makes us more efficient
The cacophonous roar,
originating from the machines of war.
The engines that continue,
the horrific bloodshed,
are engineered by ingenious,
Madmen.
Hitler,
Mussolini,
Before, having an education was a choice,
Now education has become a necessity,
Without an education,you're just another person in the unemployment line,
I don't want to be just another number,
Is this who we’ve been called to be?
My generation and me?
Always hearing about the economy?
Classes are tough, home seems harder,
So I say to myself I make my
Horizons broader.
We are, we are
Hanging by a thread
But we are definitely
Lucky we're not dead
We're not dead,
And with that said,
Let us enjoy our daily bread
And live rightfully so.
I fight a battle, I fight a war
To find a job that I adore.
But it must pay well my mother shouts,
But it must be growing my father pouts.
How can I worry about such things
When I can barely find the means
Corporate media dominating the airwaves
It's a time for change
Washington D.C. no longer representing me
It's all a plutonomy
Elephants toot at the Donkeys neighs
but neither are willing to stay and play
A problem of sorts, that holds a grander weight
that could ruin livers and end the states
I sit here, with my wallet empty.
But I don’t cry for me, I cry for us.
Why does that man have to sleep outside?
Why do mothers have to lose their pride?
Sitting with their babies in the welfare line.
Far far away in the planet of the “dolls” everything was perfect. Perfect clothes, perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect homes, everything was exactly flawless.
Ode to a time when our nation was in shamblesWhen war and politics left us shaken to our coreWhen terrorism frightened us,When our economy was at its lowest,
This city is dead and this place is sin.
Alive with corpses and politics.
With their perfected frowns and crooked grins;
will I ever be the same?
The sights and sounds hide the disease of this overrated hypocrisy:
Crush, Clang, Hush,
The need for speed, the right to rush,
Crush, Clang, Hush,
No questions asked, is it just?
The working man, about to bust,
Thirst and greed, unending lust,
Quietly,
Pouding, pouding, pounding away
The remains of a once loved city
Crumbling away under them
They don't even see
Eyes hopeful enough to imagine a light at the end
Ways of fixing what they've destroyed
Who knew
one could be so
submissive
.
.
.
?
mopping and cleaning plates
for mere tips
We dream and play
until one day
it slips
Not a care for others
Gazing into the bowels of the beast known as Boomtown
I watch as its victims succumb to the temptations
The depravations
The unending depreciation
Of small-town America
All sparked by a foul-smelling black fuel.
We pray for those that died with need,
From the hands of those with selfish greed.
We can only hope for times of great prosperity,
But can't because of our brothers in dreaded poverty.
Run son
Look how far we have come
The worlds a better place and our problems are undone
But have we really took the leap we thought?
So many things are wrong with this one life we got
This morning I woke up and all I saw was black.
I never knew the world could be so cold and lonely.
But now I watch as:
My mom loses her job and her house.
So I sit here,
In my bed,
Wondering if I am next.
