Global Bedlam Someone entered Bedlam’s gate — By his birthright. Call it Fate. Alien to fools who crawl, Sick of slavery and thrall. There’s no other road at all If you do not rise and brawl. “Wisdom” flat and safe and small Never dares beyond the wall — Never strips the rot away, Calling Hell a “paradise”, “Beauty” in the grand decay, Filth disguised in painted lies. He who seeks a way outside Is no cretin, hollow-eyed. Lackeys posing full of pride Crown themselves as “lords” worldwide. Slavery and thick disgrace Spill and overflow the place. “Order” masks a cracked disgrace — Not a people — nauseous mass...