A dollar was lost
In a subtle trade
Reappeared nowhere
But look in his pocket
You might find
Two.
In 1987
Financial markets
Started to grin
Like a uncertain
Cat.
And by then the rumor
Made of thousand voices
Had grown into
The digital clamor
Nobody hears anymore.
Money then spoke through
Sparse signals to
Ham radio amateurs
Accessing large pools.
Few worried, few lost really
Those who lost,
Lost dearly.
Newspapers thought
The innocence had ended
Long ago. Well
What was true in the beginning
Cannot be false in the end
When time is traded fairly
Your honor,
I plead not guilty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
is there another coming?