The Scarlet Palace

That palace has turned into a dreadful den
Where latter dwells with egocentric brutes
Of callous hearts and enclosed minds
Social approval must they crave
Self-centered happiness must they lust
With one possession they cherish most
That furry coat of darling fragrance
Emblazoned with greatness and admiration
No hoi polloi would dare to scratch
One principle-laden and unique cub
Dauntless and free to touch the shiny light
That shiny light holds eternal joy
But dictator lions extinguished it with might
Shackled and wounded that sorry cub
Forbidden with eternal joy and rightful freedom
Now locked in sturdy cell of heartless Caesar
With wounded flesh and a bleeding heart
And with the scarlet ground he swore
To loath and never forgive those fangs who bit
Has cast a spell of no antidote
That the herd will never be complete
And the band has lost a vestigial member.