|Posted on June 18, 2014 at 9:45 PM|
The Sovereign's Subjects rightly fear their Lord
Except when Subject, Lord has cause to fear:
For all their Castle, Cannon, Pike and Sword
Election Day, old tyrants-bane, is here!
O tremble, Kings, upon your iv'ry seats
For Opposition's men now storm your walls;
Dismiss your Generals — they cannot defeat
The General named Elections known to all.
So comrades! Let us charge unto the breach
Cavaliers all, with Pens each striking down -
'Tis by our choice which Minister's impeach'd
And so which shrewd Campaigner takes the Crown.
For scanty weeks 'tis we who are the Kings
Receiving Tax Exemptions all in Tax,
And as our Leaders plead with gifts and things
Republic breathes a sigh in rarest Pax.
Friends, wield the reins of power while they last
And frolic in the bread-and-circus rain;
For placatory tax breaks all must pass
Into another lukewarm four-year reign.