Inflation
The world, it seems, is a hot air balloon
With burners turned on full blast. There’s soaring
Temperatures, prices, and no ignoring
That all the while capital fuels the boon
Energising profits. Quantitative
Easing further feathered a nest or two,
Making fantasy money with the true
Recklessness of counterfeiters. Now give
A glance towards a prime minister here,
Or president there, whose vainglorious
Egos, puffed up with self-conceit, don’t fuss
Over being strangers to truth. It is clear,
Surely, unless we all want to be tricked,
For a better world, this balloon must be pricked.
D. A.