poem
When awoken from the slumber
They had come in force and in number
In profligation was their thesis
To fall in among that viral species
Beseech the poor now anointed nobles
Love bomb the breezes like Chernobyl
Sow wild oats and win their hands
Make love in conquest, one night stands
Make them believe in all the reasons
Convoke in jest, unseat the heathens
Establish a brand new living order
A slaughter wrought new brand of order
Make the rules change at the borders
Link up with new marauders
Furnished helpers — lords of disorder
Unleashed by fire and rolling thunder
Up in the north and way down under
Blunder not, nor make one wonder
A tormented past always seeks a recall
But there be no recount in this here fall
The throne to own is all and sundry
Universal kings high and sultry
A godless world ruled by slavers
Who lived an age but learned no favors
An eternal battle of the free
Scoffed at, derailed, wait and see
