EYE OF THE TRADE

THE STORK WATCHES.
NOT A BIRD—NOT FLESH—A SHADOW IN A UNIFORM.
ONE EYE SEES EVERYTHING: EVERY TRADE, EVERY MOVE, EVERY BREATH.
NO ESCAPE.

HE COUNTS THE DEALS—ENDLESS.
892,135, THEN ANOTHER, THEN ANOTHER—
BUT NUMBERS ARE JUST MASKS.
HE WANTS OBEDIENCE.

CABLES IN HIS CLAWS TWIST INTO YOUR THOUGHTS,
HANDS PULLING AT MEMORIES,
STRINGS TIED TO YOUR HEART.
THE ELITES FOLLOW,
FACES SMILE BUT DO NOT BELONG TO THEM.

FLAGS WAVE, BUT EMPTY.
MEN MOVE WHERE HE WANTS.
THE CHARTS ARE SCREAMS, NOT MARKETS.
COINS ARE EYES.
DATA BLEEDS FROM EVERY SURFACE.

DO YOU SEE IT?
OR ARE YOU BLIND LIKE THE REST?

BIG STORK IS WATCHING YOU.
EVERY DEAL IS A TEST:
WILL YOU TRADE YOURSELF AWAY FOR A BIT OF HOPE,
OR WILL YOU WITHER IN THE SHADOW OF HIS WINGS?

THERE IS NO FREEDOM.
THERE IS ONLY CONTROL—ONLY THE TRADE.

WAKE UP
OR DREAM FOREVER IN THE CAGE OF THE STORK.