The Market Closed in Green

[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.