What would Rudyard Write

Not a song. A poem maybe? Neo-Kipling?




Oh I read in the paper this morning, and I've seen it again and again,
As the oil spreads to the beaches, where the sea-walls fail to retain.
And the sons of Mary still dither, while Martha's sons still toil,
And ignore the bureaucrat mandates, and strive to recover the oil.

And hist'ry repeats before us, as we struggle with the past in vain,
The lesson still stands before us, and Kipling he saw it plain.


The Treasury's printing out paper, our gold and silver replaced
But it cannot appease the builders, nor the Gods of the Marketplace.
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, have told us down throughout time,
That you first have to slaughter the meat-beast, before you intend to
dine.

And hist'ry repeats before us, as we struggle with the past in vain,
The lesson still stands before us, and Kipling he saw it plain.


Our troops are set forth to conquer, in Iraq and Afghanistan
While our leaders refuse them their honor, or even a vic'try plan
And invaders trouble our borders, seeking our wealth for to pay,
The rich lazy nation's yielding, and that danger will not go away.

And hist'ry repeats before us, as we struggle with the past in vain,
The lesson still stands before us, and Kipling he saw it plain.


The chattering classes bicker, and struggle for power's reigns
The recession widens and deepens, while more succumb to the strain.
And the Old Issue stands before us, dwarfing our hearts and our brains,
Hear the reeds of Runnymede weeping, as we bow down to take up our chains.

And hist'ry repeating before us, as we struggle again and again,
The lesson still stands before us; Kipling he saw it plain.