Numbers

They preach the market when we fall,
But change the rules to save their own.
Socialism for the banking hall,
While workers gnaw the bone.

Each subsidy they claim as right,
Each bailout justified—
The faster that they clutch and hide,
The quicker comes their pride.

Their greed accelerates the end:
These numbers cannot hold.
No haven built on screens can stand
When hunger breaks the code.

You cannot build a wall with light,
Or eat a digital dream.
When markets crash and screens go black,
Real wealth means what you mean.