*the Copenhagen Trials (The Victory) Poem by Mason Maestro

Will I become a king or a pagan
The fate lies within the gates of Copenhagen
On the stand for the masses of migrants
To flock into my arms in the light
and I will call them my own
In this court I will stand for the right
To deliver the land... as our home

In the shadows of justice
There's echoes af handshakes, and laughs
No refuge for criminals
or stained political tyrants, and wasters

Euro diplomats have voted in favor
A hidden agenda in a separate motive
All thanks to the heat over the seats in the stand
The hammer came down- we've won South Greenland