</>Seated in the city <br />In a financial house of speculation <br />Where the manipulation of commodities is considered the norm not the exception <br />And little concern is shown for the ramifications of our actions <br /> <br />During such transactions where nothing physically happens <br />A distant warehouse is paid to keep a commodity in a storage situation <br />Usually later within days the end-user begins to complain due to the unexpected scarcity of the commodity that they depend on <br />While in reality the value of the commodity is being manipulated and has been inflated falsely <br /> <br /> <br />Maneuvering in this manner one feels much like a gambler and is unable to determine a predictable outcome <br />And When Rice, Wheat and Corn are the commodities that are manipulated and speculated upon <br />Then the end-user will first feel hunger and if poor is faced with disaster unable to afford the newly inflated values <br />And exaggerated rumors will spread like wildfires sparking food rioters....... <br /> <br />A pale yellowish luminous green emitted from my screen <br />I could not sit comfortably seated here in the city <br />The whole idea now seemed short and cheap <br />And besides what profit could I keep <br /> <br />How did I ever get here? <br />So removed from commodity and user <br />A perfect recipe for disaster <br />Something so soulless this venture I wager <br /> <br />© Calac<br /><br />Chris Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/speculation-in-the-city/
