The Lords

The lords who lords but none Who have the elephant and Ahab’s for the crab? Snake that does not like longness Proving themselves lords only when ulcer belly cries They are the lords who slaughter us alive Like cannibals to their victims As good as earthquake to the land Keeping their pledge anti-clock wisely. They are the lords who bite their mothers’ nipples The lords who exploit not steal their siblings’ share Oh! The lords who bear I and only I in their minds Are thy not the lords who completed that road in their records Change I plea you oh! Lords In order to become the lords thou claim.