They came today
To take it away.
The bronze of the Leader
Came down in the fray.
They came in blue trucks
With a winch and a chain
A half life later
They had their claim.
The Glorious Leader
Though ne'er Fault ascribed,
Fell thus from the Steed
He'd ne'er been astride.
Down! To the ground.
To the Circle you are bound.
Though your shoulder bear the Yoke
Or your head the Crown.
How easy is the cannon bronze
In statues found.
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