Please stand for our ode

To the elite corrupt.

Sing loud for your majesty

And let him interrupt.

Bask in his diluted glory

Grotesque and proud.

Hear his sob story

About what won't be allowed.

Look at his knights' creations

Pushing opinions

All his own.

Posters read 'know your enemy'

With unsuspecting faces overblown.

See him mellow

Leering

As he satisfies his gluttony with wine.

Hear him bellow

'Those who aren't cheering

Are no friends of mine.'

Feel the rage burn my veins

As the crowd follows him blind.

See me lost in my brain

Wondering if they care

About the things in my mind.

Watch the show end

As he calls on his court

Inviting them to sup.

Hear their satisfaction

As they leave for dinner

On the way

Swallowing me up.