He has a book between his handsThe third of three it is Ayn Rand’sAnd with perfect posture, he standsAround him theocrats and thugsThe rugs beneath their feet he tugsAnd then a world changes, he shrugs
Nice! That poem of Tennyson's is one of my favorites, too. :o)
Thanks! Tennyson is not my favorite poet but he's great--and I need to read more of his poems.