While browsing in The New Oxford Book of English Light Verse chosen and edited by Kingsley Amis:
O TREMBLE, all ye earthly Princes,
Bow down the crowned and chrism'd nob;
Wise is the Potentate that winces
At the just clamour of the mob.
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Shiver, ye Bishops, doff your mitres,
Huddle between your empty pews
Here comes a horde of left-wing writers
Brandishing salmon-pink reviews.
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Comes the New Age. Your outworn faces
Vanish at our enlightened curse,
While we erect in your old places
Something considerably worse.
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