The patrol of the police
And the pyramid of force
Are stifling the bold
And snatching their power.
The laws and the orders
Are cold,old and retold.
They smiled and stood atop
with less interest to fight.
The fool is all tight and set
And is on a liberal holiday.
The learned has long left
Celebrating his knowledge.
Baffled in their mortal coil
They eat their breads, day by day.
Unknown is the world outside
For they have less of concern.
The kings ruled before they were born
And the rules were never meant for them
Blinded, they still hear and follow it
Until a revolt topples and then guards it.
They teach their tribe underneath the dome
To recite it further and write the poem.
And their poems always stood by their side.
But one day they will expire and change their side.
