Hark to the tale of Thompson, Mark!
CNN doth deem he may dispel the dark,
In its halls of news viewed sparse and stark,
New York's once chief set to embark.
Lo, in China where the wisdom tree is swollen,
Yet from its boughs, the fruit is often stolen.
The feeble flame of youth employment, sullen,
Leaves her children burdened and beholden.
Beneath Uncle Sam's sky of endless hue,
U.S. Steel their secrets to a chosen few doth spew.
In bids and bargains, they seek something new,
The future of steel, in whispers, they construe.
