yeah! be proud that
that's what you reduced to
puny shadows cloaked in deceit
demeaned to petty battles
swamped in indulgent cowardice
your tamed now aware
and in closed rooms they snigger
they were mites already
we always knew
they are blood suckers coveters
who fume and rage
our home grown backstabbers
who talk a good game
and live others to do the work
they the contemptible
God save our island
our Emperor's coat has worn thin