"It's one for all, all for one", and "Remember the Maine",
Rallying cries, wars were won, soldiers suppressed the pain,
Leaving astern the good life, others choked comradery
For Wall Street profit's strife, the dog eat dog's maitre d'.
"And higher still", one mute voice, in silence, speaks tumults,
For a hardened mind's moot choice belies its own results.
Since His epicure has carved Fate's august commonweal,
In the surfeit of the starved, a skewered rat's the meal.
"When duty calls, or danger," so sang another age...
What notion would sound stranger on self-absorption's page?
"Excelsior", shouts the mind observing simpler things,
"In the country of the blind, the one-eyed men are kings!"