The Rhine
In the milky morning light
Our swanlike ship sails by
Office blocks and autobahns
Cows and rural wooded scenes.
We create a gentle wake
That pushes ripples to the banks
We sail by orphaned office blocks
Above a Van Gogh countryside.
Around the bend comes another
Cruising ship with passengers
As sleepy as our own
Wandering down to buffet breakfast.
We are a little village
Well mannered and entitled
Drinking coffee while drinking in
The farmlands of a summer morning.
We are the chosen ones
The privileged one percent
Who try so hard to avoid
Taking everything as earned.
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