Late comers to the Millennium!

You have with you something Powerful

All the World's expecting you'd Share it in full

Of course, it's not the Sand or the Fossil Fuel

But the Faith to Fight, what you thought Awful

You didn't have One Inspiring Leadership

But you had the Global Spirit and Ownership

One day you'd snugly sit in the Room of Millenium

Together with the Others you'd fill in the Vacuum

We would fly to the space of the Future

In Spaceship Earth, loaded with the Culture

All would learn from you the Alphabet, again

The Alphabet of Faith, to steel up the Fatty Brain

That Steelings had been going down to Sink

As we were glued to the Hedonism ever so Stink

We needed Faith to survive this Game of Dunkers

The Game of Thought Wrestling, without Thinkers

Yes, many Dunkers here, where did the Thinkers go?

To Dunk anything, outside the Passion of Ego

The Minority owns and wastes the Resources

The Majority trampled down by Nature Forces

Late comers!

You have with you something Powerful

The Faith to Fight, what you thought Awful

You're ready to pay your Millennium Debt in full

With your Dear Life, always spent in Tearful