The Ox year
Knock down the walls
Pretending isn’t worth the day
Let there be holes
And the fun begins
The Stock Exchanges
Rules dismaying
The runners yell
The hardship falls for everybody
The doors bell
The toll of sorrows and tears
The hardship of plenty
Across continents all hear
Old people meet
The young go partying
Oblivious to the economic turning
The Ox year
The thundering hooves
It must be something
Brewing up from the ground
The slow growth the passionate look
Time to learn the past mistakes
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