Sovereignty
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A predetermined gathering
One in heaven, the other earth
Many voices answering
Great noises call forth
He is there in both places
To Your Highness, who sits in his throne
Once a year. The rusty crown
Waves its golden scepter, now opaque,
As a hammer shatters the national pride
We, the inferior peoples of the world outside the First World,
more specifically outside the Great Yankee Empire;
and most specifically those of us inhabiting the primitive island of Africa;
