The balloons of economy are full of splinters,
Coated and glazed by the greedy and vicious painters,
One side the balloon of the stocks hoisted,
The other side the balloon of precious metals,
This side oil shot puts travel on the helium pads,
Billion vehicles and machines hung to the nodes,
Let us keep all these above our intelligent heads,
Toiling and sacrificing our human spirit for the comfort,
Let us keep all these monsters above our vulnerable heads,
Let us blow from all sides to hold all these above our heads,
Let us raise our hands to hold all these above our heads,
Let us have the strong hearts to withstand the forces of hit.
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Balloons of economy not only float they have enough helium to carry us with them.