Kindly Blind

Filial strands of squabbling leaches

Suck not blood but thought.

Enigmatic views of right and justice

Are ethereal, repulsive, farcical not.

Clear judges rule mobs majority-

Held-elected by illustrious twats.

Moldy stones too slick to hold find

Flailing arms, falling in deeper misery-

Hazy figures-arbiters of law-

Our friends, lovers, societal care.

Right hand shakers, whom poop makers

from Gold thrones of bone and quibble

Are deceiving wreches

With dark stoned hearts,

Caring, compassionate

—Lies

All hail the King!

As an aside, the last five lines are supposed to be formatted differently, but this uploading thing won't hold their form. The gist is still there.