Freedom from Manipulative Markets (Original Poetry)

There is a volatile dance permeating the atmosphere
One that only responds to drums of fear
Drip feeding the raging fire of despair

There is a gathering storm in the horizon
One that powers the devil’s child of a tornado and hurricane
Hell bent on crashing everything in its limited zone

There is an invitation in your letter box
One that shreds the resolve of a cunning fox
Back in its place like a Jack in the box

There is a haggle down the market
One that frees man from manipulative markets
Lining his pockets with a freedom pass to life’s secrets

There is a meeting down the road
Of people formulating a new code
Which no priest, politician or pundit can decode

There is a new paradigm shift
Where people can see through a lying fleet
And respond with a loving beat

Linzo
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