Puppets and pawns scatter the game-board

With masters so foolish and cruel.

Machines of antipathy and greed as fuel

With precarious men as a tool.

 

Leaders who rule with an absence of reason,

Aside from desire of personal gain.

Men who are guilty of deleterious treason,

While the sidelines are where we sustain.

 

A hubris mind is our extant cage,

Blinded by rage

At the man on the stage;

Though the curtains cover

A village of cupidity,

Filled with men of endless stupidity

 

Constant calumny, aimless hegemony,

We are subject to a once great body,

Now poisoned,

 We feed it no remedy.

 

Those who deprecate such villainous tries

Are accused of insidious and inimical crimes.

 

This is our doing,

This is our beast.

We have fed this monstrous danger,

And given it the bone;

Now its leash is too small,

And its power is unknown.

 

By us, the fallacious creature can still be controlled;

The only simple toll: watch its every role.

Never allow it the greater might,

Never let the monster out of your sight.