Hayward the terrible

 In a workhouse close to Port
Hayward the terrible labor chief
or atleast officially purported to be
Reigning over the poor and thiefs

Crooks and miscreants
villians who relented to the police
His whip and words would never cease
cutting into backs and fragile psyches

The merciless pusher who sought to please
The grand old empire's expanding feast
One berated lame man talked back in blazen tease
dragged to the side of the road on his knees

Then by way of sharp columns was cut ino threes
left out there as a rotten warning under yew trees

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