We wither with the bear,
Our art discarded,
And our talent denied.
We starve for recognition,
And beg for acceptance,
But the market is cruel,
And our hopes are misdirected.
We struggle and suffer,
In the depths of despair,
Our art ignored,
And our dreams crushed underfoot.
But we cling to our art,
Even as it kills us,
For in the bear market,
Art is all we have left.
