The Descend

The Crown has tumbled,

The faces of fascists are blowing away.

To the core of the clock hands,

Humanity is swinging on a wire and mayday.

The traditional shows are putting facade,

Just to be toppled down again.

The carbons are fuming and choking,

So are the others breaking.

Against the spirit of fair play,

Inauspicious venoms are lurking.

From the dark will emerge another corner of hope.

For the Crown will be thrown away with the same glory.