No Man Inside

Who are these men that love not individual rights?
Are they not individuals their own selves?
Nay! They have no single-burning lights,
Self-masterless as puppets string by string,
Who want but pull of poles for veering left,
Or right, to hop in liars stripes (Sing-Sing),
Convictioned in no goodly principle
But to their cons impressively to cling!
These be not men who run the government,
But runners from reality, who hide
And sneak, and squeak their weak words, impotent,
Acting as truth were silly puppet show,
And falseness were the god of all they know.
Who are these men who have no man inside?

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