Chant of the Sycophant
One word meant it all
Except its own negation
It was their battle's call
The unison of nations
HooRah, HooAh, Hua, HooYah, OoRah...
All the subtle syllables
Merged and mashed together
They flatter with this chatter
And shatter all that matters
Watch them as they scatter
Leave behind the tatters
To appease this slang is uttered
The way an engine sputtered
Both thick and thinly stuttered
Bred the way its buttered
Hear now all and none
In voices reduced to one
Is any fighting done
Are any battles won
One word for every end
One thought left to attend
Remember who Ra was
Seeing what this does
Consolidation so complete
The sycophant elite
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