The wise have left us ambiguity
In their hope for our prosperity
We dig deeper for golden opportunities
Bit higher for price commodities
Politicise human suffering and poverty
But tomorrow is still a mystery
Everything’s moving faster, must be instant
We’re more connected, but grow ever more distant
In our speeches we quote the dead
We raise them to make ourselves heard
They turn in their graves at our disingenuity
Because ultimately we are haunted by our history