In the reversal of the disappointed
where real is false and truth given leave
strength is hollow for shame hides the facts
and multitudes carry faces with eggs plastered
with sick pale dross and gross in red-faced wonder
neon majority always win becomes majority disgraced
a lone spartan atop Olympia laughs in contemptuous breeze
and watches the pathetic parade of hackneyed delusions amiss
sanguine drinks a toast to barbarity and the profanity of the ill-bred
Tis' better death a lion than walk in valley of dud cowards hereditary