“You boys have won the lottery of life.
“The British public schoolboy rules the earth.”
The speaker is a military man;
the year some time between two wars;
the schoolroom map aglow with British pride,
a signpost to the Old Boys’ future life.
“You students have it made, you know.
“The world’s your oyster; crack it as you will.”
The speaker runs an asset-stripping firm;
the time post-Brexit, just before the crash;
the schoolroom map a multi-coloured maze,
each blotch a likely prospect, ripe for trade.