The imposter equality is a coward

Equality stands on the gun whale spying the flood plain,

And failed to understand the sting in falling rain,

Spiritual spirals of apocalypse tornadoes with human eyes

Scent of poisoned birdbath and pitiful lies;

Equality, grim reaper waits and your boat for shore,

Go now give final embrace to those peasants you adore,

– with castles still born, to idleness, to fretted lives,

squalid death scorned in honey-less hives.

Equality dare not! And turns open a bare workers palm hand,

While true marked anointed stigmatised martyred Kings land;

Jealous of the look man turns on him;

For all men born to toil love his worth; and the Kings rage at an image so unliked and when praised it it is as if they praise another. Not one born to rule and hold peasants in place.