Forced by tragedy the tradesmen sell their goods,
Damning the praises coming for their livelihoods;
Cotton, wool and silk give in to their owners,
Wealth shall empower some of the loaners.
The giving and taking may be scalded and disrupted,
Having been trusted firstly and lastly, but corrupted.
An interest achieved by the merchants is despicable,
Let coins fall into a pit of gold, that is admirable.
You seek abominations from the tradesmen,
Yet goods achieve the status of wonderment with countrymen.
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