The strict
and powerful
Bishop of Order
Worships at
the alter of
Rigid Structure
Prays from
the Book of Absolute Static
Preaches ye olde world order
to the well funded top enders
While out
in the unscrubbed streets
the wild dogs are a howling
Weary of fighting
over the scraps
of the past...
Oh my fellow riff raff
the times they are a changing fast
Social media outlets
spewing discontent
in all directions
Transmitting history as it happens
Real time events
that can no longer
be spun properly
by old school media
Corporate lap dogs no longer able
to compartmentalize the commotion
or marginalize the collective pain
Walls that have stood for centuries
come tumbling
down
Overwhelmed
by the unstoppable frustrations
finally unleashed
The Bishop of
Crumbling Order
desperately tries to crush
rampant dissent by pious decree
Checkmate!!
As the forces of today
finally triumph
over weary yesterdays
The bitter cleric
of course will
never relent
Wraps himself
in his tattered banner
Ranting
to his fellow ghosts
about the good old days
and their lost domination
He thrusts his tarnished staff
that once symbolized power
into the smudged mirror
Shattering the illusion forever
that rigid institutions
can permanently hold dominion
over an enlightened population
