The feign Camelot strides the golden calf
his thralldom spreads like plagues of death;
toothless and mindless servants
trawl in their viridity,
spellbound in perfidious naivety
they gather gold that gluts their king,
imbecilic to their own tribunal demise;
where idiots rush in kings send knights-errant
to pillage from those less fortunate
and call it Democracy.
- John Hardesty
©️9/20/2019
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