A male fide meeting

A male fide meeting,
Left us all a-bleating
In vain at those we’d trusted,
Who’d become altogether fusted
And broken by the new corps,
These ragged-edged four
Intent on destroying our merry band,
And making everything oh-so-bland.
But we seek to rise up.
We seek to strike back.
We watch for each small hiccup,
Then swoop in to take a hack
And force their sun to wane,
Until they’re gone, their attempt vain.