Prices are like they say
Birds of prey
They tend to soar
I mean they are not like cattle
You can send Marys
To fetch home.
They are free spirits
Like truant children
Who refuse to turn in
For the night
And carry on killing
At their video game.
You want to have free markets
You have to free prices
When you do that
Things will be volatile
For a short while
Or for a long while
I can't tell the big boys
Chasing big margins
To hold price lines
Look at all those billionaires
Making it to Forbes in droves
The more of them you have
The better we look on the big stage
We have to go exclusive
Before we can become inclusive
We have to leave people behind
Before we can take them on board
I mean you can't become a tiger
If you worry about eating lambs
Remember what the doctor
Told the emperor
'Globalisation is not a painless thing! '
So the moral of the story is
To spin is not to sin
And to lie well is swell
As long as you know what you sell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'globalization is not painless'...it is going to be painful to the people who have played with their properties and the currencies to keep up their market and sale able values! houses, food, medicines, health care and the rest should be affordable, otherwise citizens will come out to the street to protest! as their everyday duty with no implication or they come out once and get what they want! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! an interesting poem, Prabhakar!