Have your little cruel games finally ceased?
Can we finally breathe a sigh of relief?
Is your master feeling proud
Of you, who played his demonising to the crowd?
You publish your fears, and colour-touch your tears
Pretending you had no cause to this grief.
You’ve hurt and you know it
Reluctant to admit it
But your innocence claims are too loud.
Thank you for using, so ably abusing
Your task is complete, have you finally ceased?
Can we all finally breathe a sigh of relief?