Day of the Jackel
Shadows of the past so dark, upon us now'
I note' and if you'll hark.? an image of anubis past
Will kiss the hand, of Britains caste
A geriatric and a pagan lover.
UK'S new king.' maybe the last?
The product of an ever absent mother
Gives creed to every kind of god; to smother.'
Drugs are rife, and sickness reigns
To the sound of raucous jubilant strains
Strands of reason, are derided its decided.!
The genus of image, shall it satisfiy us?
How deep we've sunk in this abyss
Embracing reason is frowned upon
Whilst we edifiy the greatest wrongs.'
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2022
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