The Traveller's Tidings

In a tower of glass, in a Manhattan room A former king faces a gathering gloom For a starlet's paid silence, a ledger's dark line A story of power, running out of time His lawyer takes the stand, a confessor's plea While the nation's eyes watch on the glowing TV It's the first time a president's stood in the dock Another tick-tock from a historical clock. So gather 'round, listen close to my tune 'Neath the glow of the screen or the light of the moon The names always change, but the story's the same

A whisper of power, a flicker of flame From the town crier's shout to the digital scroll It's another day's story that takes its own toll. From Columbia's lawn to the California sun The campus is stirring, the protest's begun With tents on the quad and a passionate plea For a land far away, they want the world to see The old guard is watching with a nervous debate 'Bout the price of free speech at the university gate Batons in the darkness, a clash and a cry While the same questions echo beneath the same sky.

So gather 'round, listen close to my tune 'Neath the glow of the screen or the light of the moon The names always change, but the story's the same A whisper of power, a flicker of flame From the town crier's shout to the digital scroll It's another day's story that takes its own toll. The Federal Reserve, they hold the purse strings so tight And a man named Powell watches the figures by night He says, 'Hold the rates steady, let the market just breathe' While the cost of your groceries brings you to your knees A balancing act, on a wire so thin

To fight off inflation, but where to begin? It's a tale of the banker, the farmer, the mill A story of numbers that stands ever so still. So gather 'round, listen close to my tune 'Neath the glow of the screen or the light of the moon The names always change, but the story's the same A whisper of power, a flicker of flame From the town crier's shout to the digital scroll It's another day's story that takes its own toll.