Pluspunten
Products are needed by the market.
Minpunten
In January, new funds to raise. A promise to close by the end of March’s gaze.
But March brought no funds, just a shift in the scheme, a smaller amount of bridge funds stretching hopes in the span.
Come July, on a Monday, he spoke with delight,
“Funds will hit the account by Friday, the future’s so bright.”
Yet September brought silence, a chilling refrain.
No funds in sight, just echoes of pain.
Hardworking souls were laid off without explanations, rumors filled the air,
Lies, lies, lies—How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare?
Now tell me, dear friends, what thoughts fill your mind?
In the shadow of promise, what solace can find?