Partisanship

Partisanship Is a towering ship Complete with a hoisted flag, Not a flying, dying rag Her height chasing Heaven, Her crew certain that she is a haven; The Civil Service only To not on her embark, To keep acting the Lonely And it keep avoiding like a starving shark… For civil servants could hundreds of things spoil And as Partisans, free elections foil; By this vessel robbed of Impartiality And by it drained of Neutrality! Partisanship Is further a contemptible illness: A crazy political worship Of one with your own very weakness; On the presiding seat To sometimes ignite a worse heat! And I reckon, Partisanship Is a determined focusing flea: To oppressors signaling their invisible hanging tree And therefore every breakfast should include a nervous tea! A conquering army Easily making barmy, When detect it couldn’t the Rebelling Enemy And had to reschedule a victory’s celebration with St. Remy; Now and then stomaching invisible bullets Faultlessly dropping their men like pullets.