Prakash Saint Paul has too many undeserved privileges: A poem 

Prakash Saint Paul has no legitimate rights, 

only too many undeserved privileges 

from where he gets his gluttonous sight 

to, either bodygrab or blood-savage 

And how he tried to fool us all 

by making the sun his residential call 

The deep sea was his by his own sly evil design 

The morphing evil wanted the loot of both bread and wine 

Prakash Saint Paul, priorly, resolutely avoided ball 

Now he may, in desperation, want the Moon to install 

And he wants to trap my all 

Moon, fish or ray whatever his desperation does befall 

And he doesn’t care who on earth is victimised 

by his ceaseless treachery, that never dies 

So many good heads have rolled; innocents were bowled 

in his desperate treacherous bid to have me sold