The Carnage CONtinues

In the frenzy of the market carnivore,
Commerce sides of life, raw and fresh,
The carnage continues, scores unsettle,
Barefoot on shards of dreams, we all wrestle.  

Through the alley of wants, and lanes of need,
Fortunes rise and fall indeed.
Bargains in shadows, trades in light,
The spectacle of a relentless fight.

Into the fray, the brave souls tread,
Bearing promises, veiled in dread.
Each whisper hides a deal to seize,
In the market’s relentless, unending breeze.

Wrapped in illusion, clad in desire,
Every prospect stirs the fire.
A dance of numbers, a chorus of trades,
In the symphony of commerce, nobody fades.

The beast of profit, in all its might,
Feeds on dreams from morning to night.
Yet in its belly, a strange peace dwells,
A silence within the deafening bells.

In each transaction, a story unfolds,
Of hopes and fears, the heart firmly holds.
Invisible threads, intertwine and weave,
The tapestry of trade, with no reprieve.

The stakes are high, as fortunes sway,
Through the night and into the day.
Yet amid the noise, a truth rings clear,
In the marketplace, only change is dear.

Each penny’s journey, each dollar’s flight,
In the theater of trade, is a gripping sight.
The game continues, in shadows and light,
The carnage unabated, from morning to night.

In the chaos, a rhythm is found,
A symphony of commerce, in every sound.
The dance continues, as deals take flight,
In the restless market, from morning to night.

In this cascade of loss and gain,
Runs the pulse of a common vein.
In its rhythm, in its roar,
Lies the saga of the market carnivore.