We Are All Sinking Poem by Peter S. Quinn

We are all sinking with our wings of buying
In the days of ahead and global die
There is darkness into tomorrow sky
With every beat going on and its trying
So much bursting of productive out gone
Into somewhere the nowhere shall return
It's the begin of financial turmoil burn
Those emergency loans have distributed on

Like the forest in falling leaves autumn
That is yellow to brownish withering
First in its colors bleeding delirium
With the glowing on in its altering
Then return to the grays of winter’s deep
Nothing of forgone dreams on to the keep