The Spirit of an Age (58)

The Spirit of an Age (58)

1

The rivers of tradition

And the spirit of an age

Once provided us with wisdom

Handed down from sage to sage

There were lots of pristine rivers

There were rain-forests abound

Plus the truly sacred wetlands

With the wilderness around

Chorus

When the rivers of tradition

And the spirit of an age

Are pushed aside by science

Greed takes over stage by stage

Can this modern beast be halted?

Even though the horse has bolted

Well I see no reason why this cannot be

We just need to follow the Amish community

2

The rivers of tradition

Were created back in time

What a pity the business model

Sees only money as being sublime

When a fool holds all the aces

And the bankers are in charge

Well money is seen as sacred

By the business world at large

Chorus

When the rivers of tradition

And the spirit of an age

Are pushed aside by science

Greed takes over stage by stage

Can this modern beast be halted?

Even though the horse has bolted

Well I see no reason why this cannot be

We just need to follow the Amish community

3

The rivers of tradition

What a treasure of a kind

When the needy and the greedy

Would leave the biggest fish behind

But later came irrigation

Followed by a hydro dam

And the nasty little nitrates

That may turn rivers into jam

Chorus

When the rivers of tradition

And the spirit of an age

Are pushed aside by science

Greed takes over stage by stage

Can this modern beast be halted?

Even though the horse has bolted

Well I see no reason why this cannot be

We just need to follow the Amish community

4

The rivers of tradition

Are depleted it appears

By a series of bad leaders

With a long list of bad ideas

Then again the business model

Hides some aces up its sleeve

Like the serpent, it is serving

You can call Adam or Eve

Chorus

When the rivers of tradition

And the spirit of an age

Are pushed aside by science

Greed takes over stage by stage

Can this modern beast be halted?

Even though the horse has bolted

Well I see no reason why this cannot be

We just need to follow the Amish community

The rivers or tradition have fallen into disrepute

With modern liberal thinking just like a poison fruit

And the business model serving a serpent hard to see

Since the only tree to grow now you may call the economy

The End                     

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