Socialist Stanza No. 8
Uneasy the crown on the head
Of state, greasy with unction,
King of an inflated nation,
The monarch of malfunction.
A preordained embodiment
Of the flag and the country,
When his subjects bend the knee.
A wonder and a spectacle,
But no more substance than that,
With shop loads of plastic tat.
An archbishop gives his blessing,
Troops are called to attention,
While all the lords of capital
Celebrate their ascension.