In this court of sanctimony
Where ego wears the crown
Ministers of attribution
Mislead the distractable jury!
Blaming the neighbor for its own
manufactured misery
As the naked truth is buckled up
While it’s the crown, that should have
faced the fury
But it’s the poor man who carries the cross!
While the feeling of knowing runs amok
Claiming victory over the highlands of
truth
Queen Memory elopes with imagination
And comes back gravid with confabulation
As the orphaned reality is led astray
And misbegotten confabulation claims the crown
The court is lost in the bliss of self
glory
As the country as a whole runs
aground!
In this court of sanctimony
Where the jester wears the crown
Tell me dear friend
Who else is left to call the bluff?
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