Unelected Minister, Prime liar.

Some thinner branches  tremble with desire
Reaching out beyond  the shrub’s wide shape
The sun has drawn them up with its great fire

Yet, without  learning,  there is no Messiah.
No support exists,  they sulk and drape
The thinner branches  trembling with desire

To greatness  and  to height  they  had aspired
Now will they turn  out sullen as they mope?
The sun has drawn them up with its great fire

Like the politicians who conspire
The European  failure stole our hopes
Though  little Hitlers  tremble with desire

Unelected Minister, Prime  liar.
Will he  ever cross the   final tape?
The sun has drawn Men up with its great fire.

As the West evolved through  crime and rape
We were thought Enlightened  in our scope
We  loved the Inquisition,  loved the fires
The  gods have punished  us  and never tire.