To see the hypocrite repent,
Engenders great embarrassment,
The fat head's really far too dim, Believes we think him quite sincere, Don't know he clings to one idea, That rules he dreams up and enforces Keeping fellows to strict courses Do not apply to him. Believes perhaps we don't recall, How he cared naught for how they jarred, Used discipline and came down hard, Stood firm and would not once relent And lied and lied And claimed he fought on freedom's side, Was petty minded, brutal, small Would not forgive his brothers, Not knowing loving liberty is the love of others. But comes at last the reckoning hour, We've breached the curtain wall the tower, And stands before us now a creature Weak and squirming, smug of feature, Who loving but himself, Loves power.
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