The widespread praise for this poem in the blogosphere is entirely deserved, and comes from both sides of the political spectrum. If you haven't read it yet, do!
(Jan 30/05: preserving it, in case Will's now-dormant site vanishes)
The Dean's Box
"A dean totes his box up the stairs,
Confounding an onlooker’s code:
In what land does an eminent chair
Serve as coolie, disgraced by his load?
A people who seek subjugation —
Inveterate bullies, the lot —
Who plunder to fatten their nation
And would rather be cruel than not,
With a lust for power demonic
And a fondness for robbing the poor,
Hellbent on a world hegemonic,
Just itching to start up a war?
Or a country concerned with essentials,
Tired of customs with no useful part,
Where hard work is perceived quintessential
And the practical raised to an art,
Where careers are thrown open to talents,
Where caste has been left behind,
Where mobility generates balance
And competence stands enshrined?
Is it bullies in search of new servants
Or a people too busy for airs?
Let seekers of truth be observant
Of that dean with his box on the stairs."