This is What We Have Become
There was a time when I was young
When old was new, when songs were sung
Instead of screeched in weary voices
Reflections on our horrid choices
There was a time when beggar's pleas
Brought the people to their knees.
Now cast away unflinchingly
…Soon all of us will beggars be.
The sun it shines unwillingly
And don't tell me the things you see
Make you smile, let you breathe
When all of London makes you gasp
And wish that all of this would pass
But as Hell itself remains aflame
So do we our hope contain
For something else to clear the dark
For better times to make their mark
No we all see clear what we would not
The blind we envied, but now our lot
Has ceased to cause us misery
For we feel no pain nor gaiety
And all of us will hopeless be
Until Hell claims our best
…eternally.