The Trader

From VIRAL SPIRAL — A collection of poems by Sarah P. Ross

"The Bills"

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Rushing through my veins
It’s money that I crave
I live for the gains
To which I’m a slave.
Stocks up and down
A game I must play
But Covid commands me
At the opening of each day.
A country turned on its head
Another depression to dread
But just as with all
I must toss in this bed.
Speculation fluctuation
Up and down
Life savings on the line
No one makes a sound.
Unemployment levels
Too high to ignore
It’s clear from this virus
Nothing will ever be as before.
Businesses closed due to isolation
The world suffering together
For the first time as one
Bare the era of the pandemic
Alas, has begun.

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