Oh say can you see,
by the dawns early light,
the stock traders rushing to work,
while ignoring the urban blight,
whose broad bonuses and bright computer screens,
through the night after night,
o’er their upturned noses they watched,
the stock ticker’s streaming,
and the homeless guy’s glare,
the pollution in air,
gave proof through the night,
that they just did not care,
oh say does that 1 percenter yet wave,
to the college graduate pouring his coffee,
who’s probably to “lazy” to be saved.