Anger

Ah, the dirty unwashed working class

Have come around to anger

At long last

But it saddens me to see how easily

The masses’ discontent is steered

Away from those whose actions

Bring about their hardship

With the oldest trick of all:

Land and blood

Loyalty to the tyranny

Imposed by God Himself

Whose light shines so brilliantly

It shields the wickedness and greed

That brings them to their knees

To bend and take it up the arse

Mumbling their thanks

To God and land and blood

For placing them above the common enemy