STOCK EXCHANGE
Raucous – confusing – loud voices and choosing –
Waving – losing – talking and walking
Leaving and receiving, studious refusing
Time at a premium, I’m sure we’ve all seen them
Dashing around, hearts-a-flutter, papers in stutter
Dreaming of big gain, every man the same,
Outside – looking in – I’ve always been
Never to join the fray
But from a distance I say:
“Baffled in every way…”
Not understanding what this is about
Think I’ve got it, but still in doubt
I hear of suicides, and stress-related pain
Price of everything but nothing to gain
Price of everything – value of nothing
Business bedlam, business-mad-men
Inarticulate numbness of the heart
Unconsciously falling apart
Can they find a refuge place
To lose this helter-skelter?
Can they be excused, bow out, take shelter?
Or is this fixation, is this habitual spin with
Stocks and shares – in perpetual chagrin?
And last but not least
As it appears on our screens
Will curiosity draw us into the scream?
Is the stock exchange exactly what it might seem?
