Debt of Honor
O Jeremiah, they threw you in a pit,
The bull’s eye of derision, the target of their wit,
Ridiculous foretellings, stupid fuss and feathers,
Envy of prosperity and the power of his betters
The era of good feeling will go on and on and on
With credit from the bankers and the King of Babylon,
What has been before us will be ours forever after,
Prophecies are rubbish, the receptacles of laughter
But on the far horizon the vastness of a cloud,
On the streets disorder, confusions of the proud,
There is a debt of honor, a liability
More than wealth of money, but none have heeded me
Jeremiah said: The debt has not been paid,
It is the debt of honor that makes me most afraid
Pavel
July 18, 2011
