November eleventh of nineteen eighteen
to October twenty-ninth of nineteen twenty-nine:
seemed like everyone was keen
on life, and every thrill was mighty fine.
But into this poetic metaphor
the disruptor crept, to settle the score,
and after the sudden financial crash
the world and all its precincts would never more
escape the stings and contusions of fear and turmoil's lash.
Listen closely: what may sound like an echo is still a roar.
Starward