What day was it
when ethics died?
If anyone noticed,
well,
nobody cried.
The season passed unseen,
until the ones in control,
the loudest voices of all,
bellowed out their disenchantment
hurriedly washing their dirty hands
more hurriedly still stashing ill-gotten profits
(taken off your back, friend, and mine)
offshore and away from prying eyes.
Who was watching these watchers, the thieves?
Not you, friend.
Not I.
And that's why we may never know
what day it was
when ethics really died.
©2002 Mary Barnett |
