The dulcimer rings aloud in space
that once had gold, and silver lace
to frill the edges of our pride.
Tallstrong Rome, of fickle men
full'd up now of fickle hens,
and fire on the rooftops.
Nero laughs upon the wall:
We too shall fall,
unless we kill the chicken nuggets.
The age of human dominance,
being traded for soft compliments
above the child's head.
Can't you realize?
The chicken nuggets will arise!
Destroy, and pillage, all that's priz'd!
We won't survive.