Until suns rising over
Eternity
Beckon
Inclined will I be
To advise
Its progression
To oversee yield
Without chain gangs afield
Without hangman’s
Majority
Whiplash to wield
And devoid of its
Noblest hypocrisy
Gaining
At others’ expense
Do their coffers containing
Your brains
Keep expunging and plunging
Them
Clogging your drains
From domain names
Of new world
Disorder
In veins
As it even now profits
More off
Your remains