Reckoning by Robert Ciccolini

Don't you know that the tide

is much louder now?

And I'm a little bit angry,

all of the cries that were muffled

are sharper here.

Don't you see that your greed

has expired the hopes

of the innocent children,

Can't you see that your paper

ain't worth a damn?

Scratching promises on

the shores of sand,

just a little bit deeper,

still the tide will erase

all your lines and tell.

Mother she is a little bit sick now,

your tearing her skin down,

scratching away at her eyes

has made you blind.

Now as the seas turn black

you wanna deal,

you want an ace on your shoulder.

Didn't you know that the house

wins in the end?