The Song of the Idol

it is addressed thusly:

An ode.
it reads:
The golden statue which King
Nebuchadnezzar set up
Had it in time learnt to sing
Or to drink from a cup?
Had it become more than full,
Though just a ventriloquist's doll?
On its own two legs stood up
With its voice, made a call?

When the horn and the symphony
And the sackput and lyre
Make report of its infamy
That sound must inspire
All to bow down, although
Less they love and more they loath
Or else be cast into the fire
But inspiration comes from both;

Power must be obeyed we know
Though obeisance is a thing
Lost to those who above, are below
Of them, we forget to sing
But not of those who drain the cup
For in truth it cannot drink nor sup;
The golden statue which King
Nebuchadnezzar set up.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
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