Dear Mr. Brown

Dear, dear Mr. Brown, I hope you're doing well

Last I heard from you, you had found something you could sell

To pay the operation bill so they could mend your heart

I never thought that it would cost your home, but I should start to recognize

That the idea of the world that I was taught

Has diverted from the guiding morals, now that they are fraught

With the same old malincentives that have bogged us down for years

But the brakes have fallen off the train will rumble on, I fear

Yesterday I met a man and to me he'd reveal

How he'd fallen and been crushed while he was welding steel