Desperate Times Cannot Be Measured

Desperate Times Cannot Be Measured (20th January, 2009, 9.55am)

There is an uproar across the great water,
The whole race poised, making history,
An outcry in every form of mass media;
As the world consumes itself, greedily.

Crunch, crunch, goes the Credit,
Grind, Grind, go the wheels,
Yap, Yap, bark the Politicians,
Shades of Grey is how it feels;

Desperate times cannot be weighed or measured;
There are too many liars on their way to heaven.

Does it make a difference, tonal value?
How black is Black, how pure is White?
Corruption is an indefinable muddiness,
And what is left cannot be made right.

Cheer, cheer, go the underdogs,
Clap, clap, to the finish,
Yes, yes, go the honest ones,
While the rest of them grimace;

Desperate times are simply historical repetition;
There are too many honest men lost in prison.

And what conclusions do we draw now
As we turn our eyes to God and Nation?
That angels are not the result of artifice,
But rather the product of desperation.

Jennifer Pickup