(for Phantasmagoria)
Shall you, like the Church of old, now shield
tyrants
Who grip the throats of honest working men
And squeeze them for their wealth and lands, then silence
Their swift outrage with steel when they defend
What they have won through industry and science
Which these bloated buzzards cannot comprehend!
By the sacred rights of men, God-given virtue,
Let him and his kind perish, we exhort you!
George Chadderdon © 1996