Capos of capital are gathering,
Exclusive of common lives,
Beyond a ring of steel drawn round St. Ives
Wherein they can begin their blathering.
There’ll be solemn pledges and pious pleas,
Promises to end hunger, give foreign aid,
While lowering global warming by degrees,
Although nothing that might restrict free trade.
The don of dons from the USA,
Bringing the power of his mob in play,
Will invite everyone to have their say,
But then expect to have his own way.
Whatever is agreed or rescinded,
Pursuit of profits must remain unhindered.