What club were you at first
A member of?
What union of finest acolytes
Stood tall for our welfare?
What collective sought your
Name to compliment it?
What stable did our fate
Find itself grateful to?
What minds of writers, poets,
Artists, lords and ladies thought
Nothing of themselves to save us?
Whilst labour done with thought
Rolled belly over and its trusting
Followers took banners overhead
Instead of arms, leaving their
evolution in the hands of fools.
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