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
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.
Frédéric Benqué 