Words of protestation

Kings and 

queens

magnificent

personages

bedight 

with silver 

and gold.

Idols,

for themselves,

are God.

your judgement

they bear

in open arms,

and though 

treacherously they

deal,

they've harvested

praise 

in lieu of spite,

for every 

blunder they 

thus commit, 

they've somehow

embellished it

precisely,

camouflaged

their wickedness

with soft speeches

veneering 

golden fables,

masters and

mistresses of 

persuasion,

their bogus

grins and feeble waves

benumb 

our veins,

so that,

our 

last shillings

are spent

indulging them

with fairy tale

abodes,

castles, 

palaces,

apartments

replete

with butlers 

and footmen,

when we,

ourselves,

dwell in 

utter ruin!