See the traders forming alliances or operating solo,
Roaming widely or staying still,
Chasing one particular stock or voracious for all,
Scheming and reacting, living and dying,
Speculating in their magic mirrors.
As ciphers jittering on a screen
Decide the rise and fall of civilisations,
And the Brownian motion of algorithms
Tips the market this way and that.
Unhappy hunters, follow the running stag
That will lead you to your doom!
The predator, it seems, becomes the prey.
What to do when the funhouse isn’t fun any more?
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