Kali Yuga - Brave New Year

Then it became the age of iron,

When the jester became the king,

And we sold the farm for fool’s gold.

As the hurdy-gurdy man got paid,

To sing his song without a rhyme;

While we threw away the fruit,

And instead preferred the rind.

As for the nation – well, ducky,

Never mind because we’ll be bold,

In reclaiming what was ours by right:

By recouping our lost fortunes of old.

As our business buccaneers sail on

And on, until they are out of sight,

While upon the sand our castles stand.

But alas  we found that the clock lied,   

And our sandcastles melted in the tide.

Meanwhile the bankers pocketed the key,

While the politicians perfected their lies,

Which then became their currency.           

So, now we have to ask what it was all for,

Because for better or worse its now 2024.

© D G Moody 2024