Ruling Classes

Ah it’s Percy’s yeoman of the guard.
First we’ll sit, take wine and cake
then lets hear his latest jape.

Now, speak up man what’s amiss?
Well my Lord, the prince is very troubled
He went to town and found it far from pleasant.

The people have not what they need
serving only three courses and cold mead.
so grim in fact, that he says they are revolting.

So Percy’s been to town alone?
Brave fellow still, but not the first,
we too have seen the grime and filth.

Only now, it’s just talked through
and after long debate, agreements reached.
So back you go and tell him this

All is well throughout the land
the ruling class has spoken:
peasants are revolting.

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