Along the long cold Atlantis,
Passing just about
all the tests of time.
Unwavering kingdom gigantic
birthed by new kings and queens
Decides what to do forthwith,
what not to too.
Midst the sarcastic irreality
of race, sex ballyhoo.
Masses oppressed, ineffectual
merely a mixture of
polarising dyads.
Blind faith in this
false belief ironclad,
hoist by own petard.
God creates equal,
that is what i last heard.
The world dead in its sequel;
Le colt you sick bastard.
Catalyzing intimidation the world mastered.
Inclination with pop music we plastered.
Broken orphans stand on the horizon;
Senate seats only the guilty wizen.
Prickly red Afro, all wet and grim,
his abhor once raw now ripen.
The space within his face with vex to brim;
his love now tastes of poison.
Taller than tower of Paris,
she whispers a hymn politically corrected.
Swaying as the sand gently caress,
she maims this empire resurrected.
The hymn, in time, will get interrupted;
For this organized system itself is corrupted.
Across the globe, nothing ever does vary;
Lone men, on missions, with them hate they carry.
