Parables of prejudice

P1: In the eyes of a dialectic
all the art forms are diabolic
Galvanic guilt can no longer 
make my retreat

P2: Innocent expositions
are behind my light
They celebrate all the pagan
prides ; prejudice of course
I will pay for their merit
All in their court of justice

P3; When they found me in a jungle;
I was a dream merchant.
No longer I cherish a mad elephant.
All are spolit coins.

P4: Need to invent a new checker game.
Only then I will get a chess mate.
Still I don't want to know
what they do next summer.