I don't kneel in awe of his power
Don't be deceive by my position
I crawl in order to escape his cruelty
Aristocrats are power drunk

Their mouth stinks with beer
They are obsessed with power
Wisdom is an alien to these men
They start wars they can't finish

I count them as lesser men
They don't reason like free born
I consider them as modern slaves
They have lost their mind to wine

No society can survive under their protection
Their wisdom is a combination of tricks and gambles

Matthias Pantaleon

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-leader-without-vision/