The world is spherical or so they say
The peace is dwindling and all is at bay
The joy is turned to sorrow and dismay
The hearts are tearing apart, dead and decay
The reason for stagnation is all in one way
You may be critical about it I do not sway
The battles men fight do not end in one day
The feeble win while the strong fall along the way
Democracy is no longer the order as we may
And marches and matches has led us astray
No matter how we try to hold, we fall and lay
Laying without hope as we are threatened to slay
Who tries to impress one to play?
Except the dog that has bone in his tray
No matter what the feeble masses do till grey
BY TERPSICHORE
