Dead Poet's Society

That the society is beholden to dead economists is a mistaken notion, to say the least. Neither it is philosopher who holds the leash of multitudes. Truth lost in din of reason is plain enough. Reality as present is dream of poets long gone. Society, for good or for bad, is molded in crucible of verse, resonating with meter. When the man is dead, and even the thought has been consigned to  places inaccessible to all, it is the song which survives,  infusing even the most humble prose with life.

Let's write a new song.