You over speculate
Keep telling yourself you're fine
You speculate to accumulate
Until you crash like 1929
Spending money you don't have
For goods you do not need
Your speculation is a cleaver disguise
For your ever growing greed
Did the infamous crash in Wall Street
Tell you anything about buying market stocks
Or the black and white pictures of Hooverville
The homeless in their rickety cardboard box
Your speculation spiralling out of control
Higher purchase and credit, banks closing down
Everything now with no value
As poverty sweeps through the town
A great depression rolls on in
Like never ending rain
If you don't stop speculating
All this will happen again
Nicola You have used your economic history here alright, I just thought this is another poem for me I loved every word and I can't fail tp give you 10 cheers Sylvie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write, Nicola... very creative, and well composed! Brian