Aurel's laurels

I wrote this a few years ago, but found myself quoting myself to myself, as I listened to yet another, (probably false), prediction of imminent economic revival. Are we "hope mad hatters?", I wondered.


There is a certain pining
One might even call it “whining”
On the chronoclastic playing of the game
A time when glory ate us
Preceded this hiatus
The self inflicted fury and the shame

We held so high such hopes – of great endeavour
But now we sigh, “such dopes – we’re not so clever”

We really thought some daily pain
Might relieve the world of its deadly strain
And “harmony” was our refrain
Which chanted, would one day regain
“A world of peace” – we’d make it plain

But no! Our minds have turned to other matters
Those dreams were dreams of hope –mad hatters
And all our aspirations
Were merely sad gyrations
Das samadic venture Kapital