Clever, copious, partially conspicuous, and slightly sly
Dropped in by long faces to witness new statues rise
Told everyone the sky was falling when it was insidiously contrived
But the gambit utilizing the ace up my sleeve is not your move to decide

I am the shadow lurking over you
I am the bomb when you hear that whistle
I am the wallowing bureaucratic creep
I am the heightened one commanding all of you sheep

Standing in the rubble that spans the landscape I may judge my exploits
Free to myself to say whether what I have done is right or wrong
But only the dupes have failed to recognize the feign of the olive branch
And all in all subjectivity withers by the might of power