The rich

The Rich are dancing

The rich are dancing while the band 

Are mentally home and gone to bed 

The rich are holding close their partners 

 In the final tango of the dead. 

Too late they grasp and clutch 

At straws that blow across the floor 

Last straws are blowing in the wind 

Find me ten men who haven’t sinned. 

Across the town an aging couple 

Drink up last drinks and pay the bill 

The piper must be paid they know 

All bills are settled afore they go 

All stars are cancelled on this night 

When grace is rare and out of sight 

The moon’s deserted and the dark 

Wraps all her children in her skirts. 

We knew this night would come 

It wasn’t if but simply when 

The Doomsday clock struck twelve 

And time was frozen for all men. 

 Looking back it was ever clear 

And in truth it mattered little 

What chess pieces moved or stayed 

Our fates were written in the stars. 

All that now remains is courage 

To face the future without fear 

To dance and twirl with abandon 

To honor music in our core.