As this nation's great leader arrives
His rows of dignitaries preceding
Watching the parade of elephants
The people in awe at the presence
Still, no leader of a land is divine
Societal beneficiaries are feeding
Then the charade of sycophants
Messages grind without relent
To function a nation has gears
It is a machine, prepared, primed
As an artifice, a construct working
It is made to endure, never fear
It cannot be weakened by time
Nothing made by man is eternal
It is nonetheless ready to fall
As disaster hides, waiting, lurking
The way of all nations is to end
