The Secretary of the Future
Didn't get enough votes
So the council closed the department
We needed most
Everybody packed up and went away
They all headed home
For the holidays
The Island of Now
Is a lonely place
The chain was severed
And abandoned to space
Everything we are
Everything we could be
The illusion of
No history
Their vision of the future:
The expanding now
They build climate bunkers
And they all tell us how
How to live is how to die
But our children will know it's a lie
Here comes the genius with a twisted mind
That's wrapped itself up in a corporate climb
Flattening mountains to win a race
But wisdom moves
At a slower pace