High Society

We are high society,
Not nouveau rich
With earnings merited
But of old, noble stock
With fortunes inherited,
We never work,
We never toil,
We prosper on investments,
Real estate and oil
And our minorities
Fight our wars
For 'flag and soil'
While our kids
Are well protected,
For war services
Never selected
And our leaders
Dance to our tune
Or they're are apt to lose
Their sinecure real soon.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz