Poem - The Tangled Knots
Engulfed in a cage with dirt unscraped,
The society is broken, can’t be mended by a tape.
Like a bad apple, it rots;
Its system tied into tangled knots.
Proven guilty - those enormous pigs,
Who wear masks with matching wigs.
They’re thieves in coat and tie.
Oh! Just let them die!
Touching them will make you flinch.
They’re crabs, born to pinch.
No hearts spared for countrymen,
Their bodies must be thrown in a lion’s den.
Every greedy man must perish in a cell!
Surely, they’re welcome in hell.
Oh, Pearl, let your vision shine!
Don’t let the krakens fall in line.