Order is a flow'r that blooms during day
Flimsy branches, firm roots, and born in clay
Its thick leaves are shelter of the common
Yet a cover-up of the demagogue.
'Tis foraged by beasts, mired by their feigned howls
Order withers and falters to the ground
For,
What more so than any lion that prowls
Is a nation whose stomach squirms and growls