Bootleggers, bandits, floggers and touts,
Bedlam bankrolls crime which sprouts
And flushes fulsome flouters out.
Those entrepreneurs earning
From public grief and yearning;
No one in a grave is turning.
There is a reality discrete
Where with humanity we will meet;
I’ll prepare the argosy fleet
And see you there on Sunday.
The looters’ lot we will repay,
Kindness diverts the Doomsday.