First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 27

In return
For the security of fellowship
Yet
Here we are
At the gates
Of our sovereign
Beggars of the realm
Lamenting
The choices of our forebears
Who would believe
We were once rulers
In our own right?
Did we not gather
The other day
To witness another celebration
Of our National disgrace
In this land devoid of grace?
The crown prince took another wife
One amongst many
A complement
To the growing harem
Yet
None stood to talk
No one dared mention
The fledging hunger in the land
Or point out the bloated countenance
Of our ruler's face
In contrast
To the pale haggardness
Of his impoverished subjects
In our apathy
We sustain the malady
Of our ill-fated pseu-democracy
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