The first said I have bought land, please accept my apologies.
Another said I have bought oxen, please accept my apologies.
Perhaps we should place less hope in technologies.
And more hope in theologies.

We are late for the feast.
We should have gone.
We would not let it rise, the yeast.
Now we are alone.

The poor, the crippled.
The lame.
Will be there happily pickled.
Our chance has gone after it came.

But in this game we are always allowed to try again.
It never will be entirely broken, hope’s chain.