"Beat It

Enough, perhaps, that Pop should have a King,
without the other perks that from it flow--
but what if one should claim perpetual spring,
and fondle boys, and all the parents know?

Justice, a gaud that we no longer cling
when there's so many other wads to blow,
(and foreigners to torture)-- level field
for millionaires--your peasant folk fall prey
to all the bleak idolatries they wield:
I do believe we're in this slough to stay.

But lo, before the final verdict's sealed
on what was once a refuge, the gift repealed
and the hope dashed, what of this relict day?"

--Victor V*rmis