Blind Past to the Social Caste...

Poets commissioned to fill a role
To Convince the doubters amongst the elite
By bluring with words and southing flow
The scandals that once brought people to their feet

These cultured mercenaries of spite
Mock with sharp tongues of venom
Those that still stand up to fight
Against their opulent sultan

But sheep tend to stray from every flock
And these underlings remain beside the shepherd
No voice to be heard, their principles rocked
A stain to their past, a generation's bastard.

With eyes on today
They hasten to be
The star on display
Despite what they see