Numbers, Up and Down


As the doors shut for a time,
I, among many, was humbled
Purposeless and defeated,
In my own best interest, laying low
And relying on my lack of pride
To allow the state to provide for me.
I do not fear death.
I fear needless death.
This is the choice you seem to have made,
As you are scared of low numbers.
Low numbers are your folly, your nightmare.
This is clear, as needless death climbs ever upward,
And your margins for gilding all lilies extends
To eight “hard-won” figures,
Done in the name of your children’s children’s children’s....
No, done for you.
But I speak for all those with a heart
When I say that numbers go both up and down,
And your choice was incorrect.
Why emulate dragons when this
Is a time for hoards to be shared?
Gentlemen, please try to understand -
It is only an economy

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