How far we’ve come since the day when each owed
a service due to personal station,
when those born with a silver spoon to eat
felt noblesse oblige to those down below,
who toiled like Hephaistos to do good work,
and women were ladies and men were gents
and all did their duty for good of all
and God smiled down upon the bright country
that never existed save in our dreams.
Yet there is something lacking in this time
when each is held to be his very best
according to the light that shines within
and there’s no more a guiding light above
to show us each our place within the whole.
There is no Father sitting on the throne,
but children wander lost upon this rock.