On Cash For Gold

All day long I read but cannot tell Which would I bring back Or what moor's good could they do now Who did not prevent the coming of hell. Back and forth, back and forth And always back again We go to history and find no gold Like conquistadores, only pain. I want to call Elijah, Or Jeremiah, But not again poor Columbus Stranded on a beach in his humanity Not again the Inquisition's chain Or Cortez insanity. Cash for gold, cash for gold, cash for gold Young boys in abbreviated trousers cry And I could not tell the difference Between the hunger and the plunder Lost, lost everyone And no Carmel to halt the blunder.