Do you not appreciate the harmony of the divine?
Oral history, choral tradition
all demolished due to your ambition.
Stand at the podium of lies
faced with those who despise
your presence
Self indulgent nonsense spews from your lips
Onlookers agape, hands on hips
You wait for your undue adulation
Applause like the heels of the hanged
resound from the nation.
