[Intro: opening bell, ticker sounds, danceable bass 📈] [Verse 1: Electro-Funk] The missiles crossed the midnight. By breakfast, shares had climbed. A smiling anchor told us That defense performed just fine. The village lost its power. The market gained a point. Death arrived fragmented Across a profitable joint. [Chorus: Dark Disco] The market closed in green While the skyline burned in red. Somebody rang a golden bell. Somebody counted dead. War makes terrible weather, But excellent demand. The portfolio looks healthy When destruction has a brand. [Verse 2: Funk, spoken financial jargon] Guidance raised. Contracts signed. Risk adjusted. Margins fine. Replacement parts. Extended fight. Recurring revenue every night. A ceasefire frightened traders. Peace threatened future sales. The numbers loved uncertainty. The humans hated wails. [Genre Shift: Industrial Rock ⚡] BUY THE FEAR! SELL THE CURE! KEEP THE CONFLICT JUST SECURE ENOUGH TO LAST! NOT END TOO FAST! TURN THE FUTURE INTO CASH! [Bridge: strings replace beat] Markets are not monsters. They reward what rules permit. If violence guarantees returns, Then capital follows it. The question is political: What outcomes do we buy? What industries grow powerful Whenever chances die? [Final Chorus: Orchestra and choir 🕊️] Let the market close in green Because the hospitals were built. Because the mines were cleared away, And nations traded guilt. Make peace a better business. Make repair command the floor. No balance sheet should celebrate The lengthening of war. [Outro: closing bell, silence] Shares rose. So did the smoke.
