Honourable Sir Neotoma Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Upon a mountain made of gold
Sits the antichrist so bold
Thought that he had won the game
Boasted victory and fame

From high above he pulled their strings
The puppet politician sings
War is peace don't you see
Slavery will make you free

Drunk on power he became
His arrogance had no shame
Bred ignorance in the man
Into foolishness he ran

As his empire came to rot
There was something he forgot
Down below predators lie
And the jungle fools will die