Excerpted from “Gods of the Copybook Headings” by that deadest and whitest of all males, Rudyard Kipling. I consider him essential poetry, for people who otherwise hate poetry.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”
That’s because ‘We the People’ and our ‘leaders’ want different things.
We want freedom.
They want money and power and will sell us all into bondage to get it.