#يقول #المتداول
The trading market—whenever it jolts, it falls.
And things have become very dangerous,
Look, the losses have surpassed all the profits,
And its manager can't save the stock market.
Yes, our market has turned to chaos and shouting,
We go to bed and wake not knowing its fate.
Nothing remains but nightmares and ghosts,
Or the raven of separation cawing its warning.
Whoever counts what remains and what is gone...
Sheds abundant tears over their dream.
We know the color red as blood and wounds,
And the market's first victims are poor people 🥺
#Binance #BTC #Write2Earn
The trading market—whenever it jolts, it falls.
And things have become very dangerous,
Look, the losses have surpassed all the profits,
And its manager can't save the stock market.
Yes, our market has turned to chaos and shouting,
We go to bed and wake not knowing its fate.
Nothing remains but nightmares and ghosts,
Or the raven of separation cawing its warning.
Whoever counts what remains and what is gone...
Sheds abundant tears over their dream.
We know the color red as blood and wounds,
And the market's first victims are poor people 🥺
#Binance #BTC #Write2Earn
