samuel johnson, last refuge

A Despicable Faction


Masquerading as a guardian of liberty,
The scoundrel of whom Johnson spoke
The cancer of a hard-won stability,
Despising his country and folk
Just one in a despicable faction
That has infiltrated the core
A minority in want of reaction,
To the majority, a dangerous bore
A fifth column, discontented to madness,
The enemy within, for sure
The nation will not linger in sadness
If the traitors abide no more
False patriots engaged in subterfuge,
Feigning to dote on the poor
The subversive scoundrels last refuge:
An imperial ill-conceived law.

© Severn Dwyer. 2015

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