Sell high, buy low
Spread: part of the scheme;
Cleverly devised algorithms..
Smart money gobbling the weak.
Greed makes them bleed.
But I wonder what happens,
When there's nothing left to trade..
With angry hordes to feed
When they can't buy it, when their in a squeeze?
When all the chaff has been blown away..
When what is precious, has its say...
Patience pays.
So hold on tight, for when the time comes -
Those that are holding, will have finally won.
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A wonderful message in this poem subtle although clearly stated. A fave
Thanks Soren,
We sometimes tap a vein.
Indeed medicine and mining find veins from time to time
Great read. Well done!
Thank you, it tells me a lot...
Well written. Your poem explores themes of trading, greed, and the eventual consequences of a market driven by short-term gains. It suggests that in the face of financial desperation, patience and the ability to hold onto valuable assets will ultimately lead to success.
My friend, this reads like a warning spoken calmly while everything shakes. The tone is measured, but the tension underneath is real. It feels less like market talk and more like moral pressure building. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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