In the markets, numbers soar and fall,

A dance of money, a constant brawl,

Economy, the grand machine,

Whose workings no one can quite glean.

Supply and demand, the golden rule,

The invisible hand that's never cruel,

Prices rise and businesses thrive,

A bustling hive that's always alive.

But when recession's shadow looms,

The grand machine falls out of tune,

Jobs are lost, hope is thin,

And poverty creeps slowly in.

Yet we continue to hope and dream,

That the grand machine will find its seam,

And with innovation, growth and care,

We'll build a world that's bright and fair.

For economy is not just numbers and charts,

But the beating heart of human hearts,

A chance for progress, a chance for all,

To rise and flourish, standing tall.