Royal Clowns Poem by Kelvin Rush

Look at them dressed from head to toe
In pantomime costumes putting on a show
Jangling their medals killing grouse
They've just been released from the local nuthouse

Prim and proper a cut above the rest
Self-importance in a bullet-proof vest
Ancient rituals and satanic prayer
Who are these clowns does anyone care

Fateful abundance dancing with the devil
Seek reassurance crawl up to their level
Divide and rule in all but name
Sycophantic fool don't play their game

These septic clones from the murderous past
Complicit hounds in a concrete cast
Devour the earth as the bloodline drowns
We must all bow and curtsey to the royal clowns