Shame Never Wakes the Imperial State

Shame never wakes the imperial state
Where lawlessness slumbers on forested trails,
Where cravenly deeds are blacked from thine eyes
To placate the hunger of fattening jails.

Why jettison bombs 'cross indifferent seas
To answer the questions we scarce understand?
Flee from the dark! I demand that you flee!
For the unfeeling heart only feels with thine hands.

War and Peace dance with rhapsodic order
While countrymen perish for vacuous words
The beggar is poor but the patriot’s poorer
For his salutations are focused inward.

O’ descendants of dust in sheer poverty
Your pleas to the stars are traveling still
Will they scatter and fade in ignominy
To make mockery of your undying will?

War and Peace dance with rhapsodic order
Side-stepping the truth with distinguished grace
While a drunken Greek swears in desolate foras
Indignantly posed ‘gainst the crimes of the state.