The sun cries
The ray of light
Blooming fresh in the morning
As the humming birds romance
On the streets
Drivers and cars
Eyes on the roads
Minds don't know where
Jobs cut
Future seems bleak
Chaos in the families
Businesses failures
Yet life must go on
The pages turn quickly
Opportunities seek opening
Only with vision roads clear
The generations to come
They have to learn
The history of economics
The cycle wheeling in
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