• Let's make this living room a vaudeville;
    Host a ball for all the peasants..
    Who'll waltz in peaceful agony-
    Decrypted in your presence.

    You'll own them from your royal chair;
    Judging who will be damned and why..
    And as they're taken from your occupancy,
    They'll retort with honest eyes.

    Some may plead for mercy,
    Some may simply bow their heads..
    Each wondering why they came at all
    When they could be safely in their beds.

    And to their backs you'll concede a laugh-
    A sound of critical ignorance.
    It's not their fault, they'd never a chance;
    Bedeviled because they're different.