In Mutual's hoary halls, increase sublime,
Born from the core, thy earnings align time.
Yet, mere mortals feel an economic chill,
Their vaults of saving echo, eerily still.
To the East, where red dragons fiercely roar,
The People’s Bank speaks, pledging evermore.
Supporting their realm midst challenges dire,
Stoking the flame of domestic desire.
Now, China ponders on her housing coasts,
Loosening the reins, at unpredictable costs.
In this grand game of wealth and desire,
One misstep may light the market on fire.
