He hits the kill switch and lets automated murder begin,
an autocratic order of sin activated.
Multiple acts of hatred; trapped and baited out
to break our faith in humanity.
He holds a chalice of malice
and a sceptre set to insanity.
Can it be that he keeps an absent mind
hidden in his rage? Caged.
His vanity leaves him blind to atrocity,
a kingdom of states united by authority.
Live by the button,
kill by the gun of another man,
who die for the oil pumped through his black heart.
Call his wars; the dark art of offence,
the dark heart of profit.
What is a life worth to a man with nothing
but people skills. The skills to play the people,
who kill to pay the bills. Power unchecked.
Retrospect allows the backbenchers nothing
but regret. Power unchecked.
First past the post never holds the most votes
but they hold the host and create the ghosts,
the martyrs, the heroes of war, the dearly departed,
who they never thought of as too dear.
Quite the opposite; a small price to pay.