Masonic Drones Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

They profess wisdom
These ignorant minions
In their millions

Say they possess all knowledge
Spew arrogance from their lodges

Tell, what have you done
But boast you are chosen ones
Intellect have none

Secret societies bide
Behind sacred symbols do hide

Think your so clever
Yet have not found the answer
To live forever

For you do not have the key
Genius pretend to be

With all your symbols
Pomp, ceremonial frills
Does add up to nill

Back to where we started from
But now all our cultures gone

Because charlatans
Masquerade as pendragon
Yet worship demons

Infanticidal you are
Murder for bamophets star

Order of organized crime
Crown agents do keep the time
March like drones in line

Everywhere traitors find
Betrayers of their own kind