That estranged cap over there,
Deemed galactical not so mere,
Does enthrall men so much,
They’d rather forward lurch,
And loose it all but have it.
Through the backdoor to the owner,
They’d give more than a dollar,
They’d blind their fellow men,
They’d terminate resisting men,
In order to have the cap.
Unfortunately the cap is one,
But it is handed to the evil one,
And the good one looses it,
He who deserves it lays in defeat,
The cap lands in the wrong hands.
Turmoil,chaos then reign the land,
Bloodshed,loss of lives at hand,
The drastic effects of fraud,
Since the cap landed in wrong hands.