for forty-eight hours, over five continents
the papers took flight across trading floors
stockbrokers cried and markets Dived
as crestfallen bankers canived
to excuse themselves
from their own mess
Politico’s too – stuck together like glue
“not just my fault – its yours too!”
figures tumbled, continuing drop
till the moment – the marker stopped
chaos created by an aspect of greed
you have to ask – was there a need?
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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