Masquerading as a guardian of liberty, The scoundrel of whom Johnson spoke The cancer of a hard-won stability, Despising his country and folk Just one in a despicable faction That has infiltrated the core A minority in want of reaction, To the majority, a dangerous bore A fifth column, discontented to madness, The enemy within, for sure The nation will not linger in sadness If the traitors abide no more False patriots engaged in subterfuge, Feigning to dote on the poor The subversive scoundrels last refuge: An imperial ill-conceived law.