2 December 2012
This is the day that all of us hoped would never come, The day we plotted, schemed and planned so hard to avoid. All we stole, we thought enough to give protection from The wrath of the exploited and ignorant employed.
But rising tides, now it seems, will not be turned away. The blame for all that went so wrong, laid down at our feet By a few insistent throats with far too much to say. How could we have ever known we'd not escape the heat?
So maybe we ignored a few blatant warning signs And pocketed some profits a bit longer than was safe And paid off politicians to advance our own designs. It's not like they were hard to buy; trillions were at stake!
Gates and guards are not enough to keep us safely housed When revolution rages closer, to be over soon. Acrid smoke now fills the air, the stench of rabble roused, The clouds reflecting sunset orange when it's only noon.
Rich Withey's Revenge • Opuss № I