Financial GOD

In the sacred halls of immense wealth,
A whisper flows, a gospel stealth,
Born of numbers, figures, and charts,
An art and science where wisdom starts.

A pantheon of gold and silver, we undertake,
A realm of riches, for us, to make,
Not with the sway of a magic wand,
But with the knowledge of the demand.

Oh, how market forces drive us,
Their invisible hands deftly guide us,
In this complicated maze of trade,
Where fortunes lost are fortunes made.

A god's work is in these financial schemes,
In graphs and trends, in dreams and memes,
In shaping a path to prosperity,
Through interest, inflation, disparity.

Prudent, we must be, in this world of risk,
Where markets soar and patterns whisk,
An oracle's vision we need to glean,
The unseen patterns that lie unseen.

In the world of assets, stocks, and bonds,
In the dance of the bulls and their fronds,
Through the bear's solemn, solemn trudge,
Wisdom is the only judge.

In the labyrinth of profit and loss,
A gambler's game played with a toss,
A coded language only some can speak,
The strong do flourish, the weak do eek.

A silent prayer, a solemn verse,
To navigate the universe,
Of finance, wealth, and capital gain,
To weather the sunshine, the snow, the rain.

In the shrine of the greenback deity,
We find ourselves in the sea of plenty,
In this world of figures and counts,
Only the wise can surmount.

So here's to prosperity and the wealth we seek,
The lessons learned, the secrets we leak,
Bound by the laws of supply and demand,
In this financial realm, we take our stand.