Dance (an acrostic poem)

Debts keep climbing the walls of financial stability

Assaulting sensibility with extreme prejudice

Not leaving wiggle room as people squirm under the pressure

Can you hear Nero fiddle as flames of destruction grow?

Even as we sing the Genesis tune, “I can’t…”

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