The ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors many a frosty night, and merrily answered staid drinkers, and say good night as he slept in bush and wherever... His life was poor and have not even gold or food...

The politician's in power ! 

This is no case of petty right or wrong
That politicians or philosophers
How do the self 'big' favors
Are big patriot's and give each other 'fat' deals.
I have not chosen between  justice and injustice
But nice to get a part of...
And from my 'buddies' get some...
Than later in the storm smoking along the wind
Athwart the wood. Two witches' cauldrons roar.
From one the weather shall rise clear and gay;
Let us take the risk, but it is no risk, we are the law;
We have the power,  we make the rules. Doesn't matter
what they say.
Little I know or care if, being dull;
We lose what never slaves and cattle blessed.
We have the power, we make the rules...
And as we love ourselves, we do what we like.