Member Poem

(On Inflation & Economic Collapse)

A coin once weighed a sack of maize,
Now barely buys a dying day.
The market groans, the shelves run dry,
While mothers curse the gods and cry.

The paper burns but holds no worth,
Its numbers dance, yet mock the earth.
Inflation laughs—a beast untamed,
That feeds on hope, yet goes unnamed.

They queue for crumbs where kings feast grand,
With hands stretched out, yet none expand.
How does a nation fall so deep?
It sells its dreams yet fails to keep.