Oil, thee noble liquid black as night,
Thy price confined, whilst others take flight.
OPEC's blade doth lift thee high,
Yet growth's own weight makes fondness die.
Base jewels of the earth known for their sheen,
Falter, as world's vigor is yet unseen.
Gold's lustre in London's early eye,
Lies flat, as Eastern demand remains shy.
In the Middle Kingdom, shares lament,
As sectors suffer, the bull's strength spent.
Data reveals the service realm's wane,
Thus June's vigor, doth turn to pain.
