June 19, 2009
Throne
Barking commands
To the mass of minions
Watchful eyes overlooking
Critical of every move
Not happy with success
But extremely angry with failure
Efficiently uncompromising
Lacking that humane charm
Unable to do things alone
But criticizing unmercifully
Rigidly sitting
On a throne of authority
Lord of words and money
Profiting from sweat
From tears and blood
The hardwork of others
Society made you powerful
A society of lost values
A world of tangible gains
The specie of the unfit
Posted by yabs on June 19, 2009 at 12:55 AM | Comments
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