Honourable - saviour to the needy
Enlightened; good deeds aplenty
King of a kingdom, lit with light…
How we've abandoned all that's right?
Ignoble demons, tax our plight…
Make demands we can't appetite.
Oh noble Lord, spearhead our fight,
Their eyes; greener than, jadeite.
Such, greed filters into shale gas…
They'll shake every penny from us alas…
If you don't kick, some royal arse.
Lord, deliver them their coup de grâce!
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