There they go again (to Davos)

By Andrew R. Duckworth

There they go again to Davos,
To Davos, to Davos,
There they are in their suits,
Collaborating—on what?
God and the Devil only know.
They will say, with bellies full,
“Little man at this late hour,
Let our wise men tell their lies.
Let the beat of progress rise!”

To Davos, to Davos, to Davos,
Grinning widely at their schemes-
Ones that kill people’s dreams—
To Davos, to Davos, to Davos.
In come all the private planes,
Their cars driving in sacred lanes
In Davos, Davos, Davos.
Treated like the king of kings,
But bringing an end to all things
In Davos, Davos, Davos.

Eating steak and taking aim,
Ensuring you can’t do the same
In Davos.
They know better, so they say,
They come in to save the day
And make sure that liberty dies-
After all, they are the wise,
In Davos.