Thursday, 12 November 2015


He's like a man in a very tall tree
Keeping his eyes tightly closed
Making his declarations; His policy
Without seeing how they are imposed

By being high he keeps his distance
From the ordinary; The hoi polloi
Unseeing peepers help to neglect
The lives that he would destroy

So let's take an axe or a chainsaw
And fell his eyrie to the ground
Force his gaze on the truth in the world
Proving his beliefs are unsound

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