These,
Who preside over changeless empire
Lording multitudes from ills
And societal ribs
Sending just men to pillars of darkness and gallows.
These,
Whose ideals are barren
In eternal times
Covet power by pranks
Profane old jesters inn power
Ungracious prisoners and culprits.
These,
Blind guides ruling our maps
Traitors in clergy apparels
Reputable blind monumental apes
Farmers stealing unripe crops.
These,
Kangaroo lunatic without natural education
Robbers from the womb of prostitutes
That bore them.
Woodcock zany with no reputation
Presidents of primitive knowledge
Governors of gee whiz archaic portfolio
Mayors of mega melancholia
Senators of shapeless shambles
These,
That will not change.
These.
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