In the world of business, Wall Street commands both awe at the same time contempt for what it does to, forget companies even to individuals. But its the engine of a train called American Economy, indirectly of the world’s economy. Love it, Hate it, buddy you cannot do without it.
The Wall Street
The street of joy, the street of sorrow
Here heroes are made and villains originate
Hopes and despair all stimulate,
People trade both intentions and mistakes
They call it the Wall Street.
The corporate sun dawns and dooms here
Histories get revisited, and future redefined
Dreams are dreamt, and destinies showcased
Gods are met and devils faced
They call it the Wall Street.
With each call of buy and sell
It’s not the shares which are bought or sold
But the lives which people hold
Braving the hot and the cold
They call it the Wall Street.
Here fortune precedes emotions and the greenback rules
But they all come here as a pilgrimage
Sometime to celebrate and sometime to mourn
Never truly knowing what it meant
They call it the Wall Street.
