Else Elsinore The better wisdoms[1] of the Danish court, Assenting to incestuous sheets,[2] won praise. In heavy-headed reveling[3] displays, Their acquiescence royal favors bought. Alone, one dying voice[4] challenged this power Of carnal, bloody and unnatural deeds, Daring dissent, donning his mourning weeds,[5] He set to right the cursed, disjointed hour.[6] In every epoch the oppressor's wrong Is lauded by the lazy and the landed, The powers-that-be in umbrage underhanded, Upholding horrors that to hate belong. Likewise the figureheads of our own age, Selling opinion to the highest bid, Content that Truth from public view be hid, Paint black and white on propaganda's page. To take our stand against that wicked breed Of coward courtiers in this time of dross, Who curry carnage and a people's loss, A Hamlet-chorus is our crying need. April 2003