the weight of this claim, one might view the Federal Reserve’s independence as a **firewall**; it is designed to protect the nation’s monetary policy from the heat of political influence to ensure long-term economic stability. If a Fed chief faces prosecution for their policy decisions, it suggests a potential breach of that protective barrier.
Mother!
On the silent day of your departure, I sat alone beside your bed.
I asked myself: Who was I? What have I become?
Drowned in a lifetime of companionship… stretched across years of longing.
A rain of tears was falling; within me, sorrow cried out.
Across the vast plain of my grieving mind,
and in the dense, dark forests of my perception,
the fire of desolation rose—its flames consuming me.
And in the boundless ocean of my thoughts,
I felt as if I were drifting—rootless… from afar,
only the cry of a lone raven reached my ears.
How will you survive, little bird?
In the stormy waves of these dismal events?
Chirp… chirp… chirp…
The sky grew dark, cold—cold as ice;
trembling fever, with a mountain of pain.
I was terrified; I was crying out:
Mother, where are you? I am alone…
I am here all alo-o-one.
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the weight of this claim, one might view the Federal Reserve’s independence as a **firewall**; it is designed to protect the nation’s monetary policy from the heat of political influence to ensure long-term economic stability. If a Fed chief faces prosecution for their policy decisions, it suggests a potential breach of that protective barrier.
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Mother!
On the silent day of your departure, I sat alone beside your bed.
I asked myself: Who was I? What have I become?
Drowned in a lifetime of companionship… stretched across years of longing.
A rain of tears was falling; within me, sorrow cried out.
Across the vast plain of my grieving mind,
and in the dense, dark forests of my perception,
the fire of desolation rose—its flames consuming me.
And in the boundless ocean of my thoughts,
I felt as if I were drifting—rootless… from afar,
only the cry of a lone raven reached my ears.
How will you survive, little bird?
In the stormy waves of these dismal events?
Chirp… chirp… chirp…
The sky grew dark, cold—cold as ice;
trembling fever, with a mountain of pain.
I was terrified; I was crying out:
Mother, where are you? I am alone…
I am here all alo-o-one.
Cisam shuwali
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