Behind the gilded doors, the high fives, another currency in trouble, the analysts get it right, there is a weakness, all they need is the guide, the lawmaker or the judge, pronounces, the verdict in, the fund managers scream shouts of Joy, another fortune for those in the background, and their friends. High tariff’s the nail in the coffin of the T
Turkish economy, the economy is not going to escape it, a safe bet. The futures they bought have doubled in value overnight, and more to come, as the men behind the scenes, work out the details in other markets, all done under the proud name of the Eagle. Meanwhile, the white extremists smile, they assume this is their policy come through, too stupid to realize they are just tools, in the money making scheme.
Leaders with no empathy, those with no emotional connections, surrounded by liked minded, those who envy the position of the other, together linked, the game, making life hell for some, while making fortunes for themselves. Solomon wondered, why it was allowed to go on, all those trades were ear marked, on the accounts of banks, just another way to distribute wealth, cleanly, create a crisis and plunder. In a time when Spirit was in short supply, it was blind of them to behave this way. Together, was a word few ever understood, unless it was to do with selfish endeavour. Meanwhile, the extreme minds, play the games, winding up their supporters, reminding them of new victories, appealing to them, divide and move up. It’s a pity they never think as such, when it comes to the stuff in your face, the news of divine intervention, it had to mean something. Solomon thought hard, the old days, the warnings, even on the last days, they would refuse to believe, so it seems.