Here's a poem I wrote:
The Flutes of the North, The Drums of the South
Oh! Wide Culture,Reign!
But, oh! Lord! What is this I see!
Did we have grey rain?
Uh! It's arrogant man!
That Wretched Creature he is!
All the land will stink
While he will dance in Bliss.
Short was that Dance, not yet, but will
A short, short dance that is!
The Arrogant Man will always fall
Into the pit where the Devils hiss!
Wretched men will always fall
And the saints and sages will live.
Warn they do, obey for the better
For have we got much to live?