Kali Yuga
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It now became the age of iron, when the jester became the king, and we sold the farm for fool’s gold. When the hurdy-gurdy man got paid, to sing a song without a rhyme; while we threw away the fruit, and instead preferred the rind. As for the nation – well, ducky, never mind, we’ll soon be bold, reclaiming what was ours by right: recouping our lost fortunes of old. But then we’ll find – that the clock lied, and the calendar went out with the tide. So, God help us – its time to move on, For better or worse – its 2021. © D G Moody 2021, 2023
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