Here we have no harbingers,
No hint of what's to come.
We add up all our prophesies,
But cannot find a sum.
It's bad, it's bad - that's all we know.
We've spent our legacy,
And now must bear ballooning debt
Through poisonous debris.
The engineers and CEOs,
The bankers, brokers, boards,
Accountants and attorneys for
The all-but-knighted lords --
They did all right, those scavengers
Who ravaged lives and lands
To build a rag-tag vessel that
Will go down with all hands.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Funeral March. By Frederic Chopin. Music free to use at YouTube.