Poetic Pause III

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?

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