A choking pall oozes across this once proud land,
emanating from the tightening grip of a vitriolic hand
extending from a soul poisoned and obsessed with revenge
and rending the fabric of civility, leading to an ignoble end.

Whatever it was that was fair, honourable and humane,
of those sustaining qualities little will remain
when this pernicious poison finishes infecting our land’s soul
and shovels our humanity into a dark, bottomless hole.

All is sacrificed to delusional fantasies of grandeur,
as the Lords and Ladies demand that servants work harder,
sweating through longer hours from sunrise to late night
because that will put everything back to the Right.