Come be commerce T2

Who was it then?

Who oil rigged your vote,

Those of you

Who have or use a vote?

How have you become

So persuaded?

Was it a trick of the light,

Or just a moment of sadness?

Were you well enough read,

Or a victim of a moment of madness?

Cyrillic code has its own deciples

And they are of another globe.

They are however crystal in their intent.

Our freedoms were well taught

Or freedom well faught.

And whilst our odds have always been stacked

They were never against us

Until now.

Meanwhile the desert attacks on our flank.

Meanwhile the sand errodes us.

Under heavens rule

There is no vote to cast.

(C) 2018 Christopher Thompson.