How hath the blood been drawn but by slings of those who embody fear

To them, those snobby knobbies, who bludgeon

And know not ways of least resistance

Tell them that through rigor and ratio

A person is assuaded with ease

But

Firstly their opinions you must appease

Offer pleasantries overseas and commit the act of comradery

For these philosophical thespians plant false seeds of thought

Faux False seeds sown make full and grown

Feathered thought trees

Thicken skin, they have, and as you will see

Quickened be your ideological adultery

Eat their fruit, ignore the bitter taste of the creeds

Often offer, similarly foreign fruit, opicatic in nature

Elate your neighbor and grow true

Fruits of Foreign Labor