"A full sweep," the Lobbyist popped champagne;
Eyes and pockets fat, his finger a fatter agate;
Why not (why not)?! Commemorate!
Even as the Anglians lose their scythes;
On Kathar napes befall its swooping blades;
"A full sweep," the Lobbyist popped champagne.
Just one warlord given free reign…
Just some farmers, powder kegs given…
Just a few more lives given away in vain…
'Tis the Hiltfrontist's Great Way!
His picks duly elected; his pockets dutifully filled;
"A full sweep," the Lobbyist popped champagne.
…And the province soon left bare;
…And the province thrown to the pyre;
…And the province no longer our Empire.
Hands white-gloved. Whereon the scythe's splatter reaches naught;
Drinking and laughing, bribed, in his Roca-paid-for estate;
"A full sweep," the Lobbyist popped champagne;
Indeed. That for him, at least, 'twas a most bloodless night.
May Ness for her great mercy save us all.
Lady Vittoria von Rolanthe