Reddish Poem by Hovhannes Alekyan

The light is reddish, or so it seems,
Markets bearish, just what it means.
In softish landing believes my sis,
Another story, no meaning - please.

Did you miss it so excusitie?
It never meant to be implicit,
She was bullish - she insisted,
How come bad times so long persisted?

How come there's dome?
Why build them tomb?
Destroy why home?
Who thought of bomb?

Just a guy doing his thing,
Working at nights, he bearly blink.
Another drink - his body shrink,
The world is such, he has to think.

They told him make it,
They hard him hit,
He still tight sit,
But the guy is split…