by Bill Thrush
The Formerly Affluent, what a pitiful group
They thought they were in, but were out of the loop
They let their funds ride in the markets of paper
And never even suspected the caper
The Formerly Affluent, with their starched collars
Those doctors and lawyers and clergy and scholars
Never helped the homeless, the orphans, the hungry
They have better things to do with their money
The Formerly Affluent, what a God-less brunch
They‚ll live through the crash, but not through the crunch
Their god was their money, and they had quite a lot
They were quick to show off all the things that they bought
The Formerly Affluent, what a self-centered crowd
Never gave to the poor, for they were too proud
Their backstabbing ways were a means to an end
How else could they get their Mercedes-Benz?
The Formerly Affluent, all prideful and smiling
Just loved to watch all the wealth they‚re compiling
They look down their noses at those that have less
The sweet name of Jesus they never confess
The Formerly Affluent, I pray you‚re not one
For the bad times ahead have just begun
If you‚re blinded by greed and have no compassion
You‚ll be cut down to size in a Biblical fashion
The Formerly Affluent, just like the rest
Will stand before Jesus at the final contest
They‚ll be weighted in the balance, and found to be wanting
For when they could have helped people, they found the task daunting