The Balance Sheet

A Sonnet

So, does a business ledger have a soul?
And does a massive profit make us whole?
Or, does a loss then make us even less
Than who we are? Ah, I can only guess,
For values in our land are based on gold.
We humans are worth less - or so we're told -
Than what in life we manage to obtain;
The merit in our lives is based on gain.
Now Greed - once vice - is held a worthy aim,
No matter that we're called to kill and maim
To win a war and take the widow's mite.
And starving hoards -- while hidden from our sight,
Bear witness to our arrogance and pride:
From Nemesis to come we cannot hide.