The Teller's Morning Verse

In a New York court, the gavel fell hard A former president dealt a losing card Thirty-four counts, a felony name For falsifying records in a hush-money game A secret story the paper trail kept While the scales of justice silently wept Come mid-July, the judge will declare The price to be paid, laid open and bare Oh, the headlines spin a modern yarn Of fortunes made and lessons unlearned The same old story, new in its dress Of power and pride and human mess Sing it low, sing it for the times This morning's news in yesterday's rhymes Out in the valley of silicon gleam A company's living the digital dream NVIDIA's stock is reaching the sun

A new kind of gold rush has just begun Built on the promise of Artificial Mind Leaving the struggles of many behind Trillions of dollars in a virtual space While the cost of living quickens its pace Oh, the headlines spin a modern yarn Of fortunes made and lessons unlearned The same old story, new in its dress Of power and pride and human mess Sing it low, sing it for the times This morning's news in yesterday's rhymes Across the great water, the cannons still roar And Biden puts a ceasefire plan on the floor Three phases he offers, a pathway to peace Begging Hamas and Israel for the fighting to cease The world holds its breath for a whispered 'we will' As the dust in the rubble refuses to still

Another proposal, another last chance Caught in this bitter and sorrowful dance The sun beats down on the Texas ground A heatwave is coming without a sound From the courtroom drama to the desert fire The strings of the story are stretched on a wire It’s all one big ballad, played on and on From the moment of midnight to the break of the dawn Oh, the headlines spin a modern yarn Of fortunes made and lessons unlearned The same old story, new in its dress Of power and pride and human mess Sing it low, sing it for the times This morning's news in yesterday's rhymes