In the moment, time passes as a sphere
Inside a moment are things you hold dear
A jam sandwich
Crafted by an old witch

The witch
stands ever so rich
Her sadism is directed at your
suffering and the poor

She has power
to end the hour
She can blame tyranny
On her own oil epiphany

All for a jam sandwich
Eaten in front of everyone in Greenwich
She appears to be pro democracy
but she is ruling an autocracy

But this witch is our only hope
For the reign of communism offers no pope
and socialists riches
are like jam sandwiches

The belly of the witch is never full
But the reign of tyranny creates null
Between the government tyranny
and the people's false epiphany