Crusaders

They beat their bosoms loud and long
In their medieval comfort zone
Where hidebound folks think we belong
Back in an age of brass and stone
Where only they may call the shots,
And wise policies are banned,
For fear they may be commie plots
That undermine their fatherland
Where no one dares to get a tat
For fear of vexing dainty eyes
Forever scanning this or that
For still more people to despise,
And surely justified by faith
Which will not always introspect
To chase away paranoia's wraith
Before their peace of mind gets wrecked
As if they were some hateful elves
Struggling not to mess themselves!