I saved you, Ebenezer,
but I could have done much more.
We were not the only ones
blinded by venality.
This city is the proof of it,
these spires of Mammon,
built on all the sin I sought
to turn you away from,
though it was too late for me.

We lived in times of change,
you and I, Ebenezer.
Those who saw what we could not
made sure of that, yet still,
there are people going hungry
in this wealthiest of cities,
replete with fruits and spices
we could never dream of tasting,
flush with the plunder of the world.

I believed all the rich men
would fall, Ebenezer,
but no – they have more now
than we could ever have imagined.
I should not have undervalued
the resilience of greed,
the resolve of men with power
to absolve themselves of guilt,
transfer the stench of blame to the oppressed.

What say you, Ebenezer – 
will you join me tonight?
There is a great deal of work to be done.