THE LORDS
The lords who lords but none
who have the elephant and Ahab’s for the crab.
In melancholy a happy man
Proving themselves lords only when ulcer belly cries
They are the lords who slaughter us alive
Like cannibals to their victims
As good as earthquake to the land
Keeping their pledge anti-clock wisely.
They are the lords who bite their mothers’ nipples
the lords who exploit not steal their siblings’ share
oh! The lords who bear I and only I in their minds
are thou not the lords who completed that road in their records
Change I plea you oh! Lords
In order to become the lords thou claim.
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