A Poem Of Dismay...

Rise, my fallen
Your vengence shall be gotten
For the vicissitudes of fate
Has crippled democracy on this date.

Voice your displeasure,
Vacate their premise,
Validate your anger at this censure
And we shall march on to their demise.

Come, my friends,
Come, my people,
Come, my countrymen, to the ends
And let's see their reign cripple.

From the shores we shall sing,
From the valleys we shall ring,
From the hills we shall bring,
Change to a country thus deserving.

Let not the vox populi be vanquished,
Let this betrayal be our votive for revolution,
To end the venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and
vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.

Let not our suffering be in vain
Let not our strength wane,
Let not our passions tame
But, most importantly, let us not be oppressed like a lame.