The Dollar & The £
We saved our coins, we watched them climb,
But now they slip with passing time.
The pound, the dollar—once held high,
Now hover low beneath the sky.
Prices rise, the shelves look bare,
Yet wages stall in stale air.
Markets shift with every tweet,
And trading floors can’t find their feet.
The wars, the debt, the rates they tweak,
The strength we had now feels so weak.
Bankers guess and headlines spin,
While common folk just tuck their chin.
What once could buy a week of bread
Now barely feeds a mouth instead.
Still we carry, still we pay,
Hoping fortune swings our way
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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You know, AI isn't good for much, but it is good for a laugh. This approximation of George Franklin as an amalgamation of all the Founding Fathers on our US dollars made me chuckle 😁
Such a fascinating poem and well written, good luck.
Very good work :)