Restless hands and empty minds ?

Is this the statute that was cast  
when the pestalance came to claim  
the world sat on it's ARSE  
and twiddled it's thumbs in board distain  

Looking out of the window, a living chore  
the forger cast a faulty mold  
the harpies the disscontenet aligned in discord  
skeletons of history, seen unfold  
 
The whitewash of our teaching, enrage  
 in the mansions of philanthropy  
they chained a coloured heritage  
the cortiers of such misery  
 
From lofty pearch  
so doth wash the hands unseen  
the rid, and renew, and this be our new church  
dark age that covered and see a new tranparency