Alliance of Snakes / Reptilian Conception

Renaissance of sycophancy in its staple form

The discipline to bow set down as anomalous norm

Another dose of poison from above

Haughty mouths of the chosen ones are insolent

Their ears deliberately not matured to hear

Revolt is my answer

The real feast is not for the plebeian eyes

Servile lackeys drinking inferior wine

They shall always be eating from the floor

These crooked trees bear rotten fruit,

Venomous apple in the serpent´s maw

Tempting rind surrounds putrid core.

I don´t believe a word they say

Future has its own scenario

Equality is fake, all plebs are fake

Ongoing dormant plot of alliance of snakes

Latet anguis in herba*

Basic reptilian conception

Degeneration of generations

I won´t negate myself

From a deep disdain my repulsion is gaining strength

I never float in the main stream

I won´t transform into a majority serf

Odi profanum vulgus et arceo**

[* The snake is in the grass (Vergilius)]

[** I hate the foul rabble, I shun of that (Horatius)]