Lies

The economy develops new buds.

It is a time and again issue.

When pits called economies grow,

They tend to bury their people.

What’s so perfect in economic growth?

He who works is visible from the skin:

But though blankets of nationality shine,

Their inhabitants are grey donkeys.

Monkeys are better,

They can climb high in hard times.

Gross Domestic Product,

It is a hallucination:

Gross Domestic Product- it is dismal.

Inequality is not great bread:

It is not bread at all.

But the man at the top smiles.

The proletarians sweat.

It is a sweat of naught.

Infinite heights of growth of nations,

They are egregious:

There is nothing precious.

Economies are menace to their people.

Don’t applaud lies of figures:

They are cooked in lying pots.