BANDAGE

 

What did they expect?

No liberty or respect,

Trying to find if I live a double life,

Sorry, not I, my world is my wife.

 

Stolen without any reservation,

I’ll I can smell is her vegetation,

I can smell pine cones hitting the ground,

I can hear her laugh with her frown.

 

I can feel your earlobe being cold,

They never had me being sold,

I can smell the scent of wax,

My heart is cut open with an axe.

 

Slicing it into tiny fragments,

I feel your pull like a magnet,

You had to sacrifice so much,

While you are trap in a hutch.

 

Your soul floats and is an evergreen,

It came in contact when you were a teen,

The world is going into a depression,

South America and India will be in oppression.

 

Shifting equities between markets,

Is just putting a bandage on it,

You will never see a high return target,

I can see people going in to fits.

 

It will be a sharp decline,

A four-month period of losses,

It will be tough to get out of this climb,

Silence will be heard and then pauses.

 

All the false reporting will come to an end,

Investors will not be able to follow trends,

Exchange rates will drop currencies,

All because of lack of transparency.