Why do I think this world is doomed,
from where do I get this fear?
Is it from the things I see,
or from the daily news I hear?
Predictions by Mayans for 2012,
December is the date.
When this old world will finally,
meet its deadly fate.
But prophecy’s come and prophecy’s go,
and still the world is here.
We haven’t blown ourselves to bits,
but it isn’t very clear.
Why so many think just like me,
this world will soon be ended?
Exploding like a burst balloon,
torn like a garment rendered.
When will this be, I do not know,
but it can’t be far away?
Countries faltering to pay their debts,
they have no money to pay.
Bankers have used the money we saved,
as if it was their own.
They’ve played a game of chance with it,
through greed to reach a goal.
To increase their personal wealth
no matter what the cost.
As long as they grew rich and fat,
and to hell with the rest.
And what did our government do,
to correct this misdemeanour.
They gave them all a tax relief,
and made us even leaner.
Where all in this together,
is the slogan we’re told to say,
But it appears that the working class,
are the only ones to pay
To reduce the fiscal deficit,
and increase the government’s treasures.
Only now there’s seven more years,
for these austerity measures.
And when the coffers once more are full,
what will the government do?
Give tax cuts to the rich again,
with nothing for me and you!
A new world fiscal order,
one day will soon be here
To take more tax and property,
and all that we hold dear.
So is it any wonder why I can see no hope,
for the promise of a better world
Is one great big joke.