Rulers and Looters

I was told in the beginning That a wish may not well be unicorn With two winged thrust-thronged To soar upon the cumulus, And for those who are wishing Wishes to fall on their laps Were wholly rendered redundant, Those who want to attain, Tainted and tarnished past attainment Forgetting forward fortune And glory in goods temporary. Now those who dole out mischief; Sowing the seed of acrimony Rotten in corruptible credo Reshuffling reservoir of redundancy To establish the roots of inertia, Of Demo-CRAZY Of masq-UERADES Of lob-BEASTS Of cons-titu-PATION Of elders Of fools Of economy Of pain Of nemesis Of crying jags And hopelessness, deep furrows on wanton minds Remembering the deceit of denigration That brought doomed to deserving daddies That it is always a surprise, Unwilling stallion in the midst Of same blind, semblance sahibs, A remembrance of the past remembrance Raising the boys to take the Salutary gauntlet of the favour done To pave the way For stock taking and a quiet get out, Of the unending, pass measure euphoria, Then it fell on the laps Of a fiery warrior; then The dance of the macabre And a sycophantic applause, Mutatis mutandis, endless queues Of rebounding stomachs Roaming, rounder the ruins Recounting remnant reservoir Denouncing, declaring deceiving All one enmeshed in the same pot For the final stir of the arbiter.