Tides Of Trade Poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru

In times like these, we call for God's hand,
As lives grow harder, no mercy in the land.
The market's cruel, it shows no tender grace,
Crushing dreams that once had held a brighter place.
Lavender, with your team, may your efforts shine,
In this world so harsh, may your work align.


The charts they twist, like waves upon the shore,
Rising, falling, leaving hearts sore.
Risk and reward dance a dangerous game,
Where fortune's fleeting, and loss is always the same.
But through the storm, traders keep the fight,
Hoping for a glimpse of that guiding light.


Each tick, a heartbeat, each trade, a prayer,
The weight of failure is too much to bear.
Pockets empty, but resolve fills the space,
As traders chase hope, with no time to waste.
Lavender's vision, a beacon in the dark,
A dream of success, igniting the spark.


The uncountable late nights, the early morn,
Yesterday's losses, today's wins are reborn.
Tomorrow evens out, the zero net effect,
But still, they push forward, no time to reflect.
Lavender, the warrior, with strength in her eyes,
Navigates the tides, where the storm never dies.

The crew chants prayers as they sail through the night,
Guided by stars, and the hope of the fight.
Through endless waves, they stand firm and true,
Their journey ahead, though unknown, will renew.