Sitting within your golden throne
All the riches you hold
Do they make you whole?
While the rest of us lay prone?
Wars and famine plague this land
While you complain of food too bland
People are shot and killed
While you brag of all those you billed
Do you have no honor?
Do your actions cause you no horror?
How do you sleep at night,
Surrounded by futures far less bright?
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
Sitting within your golden throne
All the riches you hold
Do they make you whole?
While the rest of us lay prone?
Wars and famine plague this land
While you complain of food too bland
People are shot and killed
While you brag of all those you billed
Do you have no honor?
Do your actions cause you no horror?
How do you sleep at night,
Surrounded by futures far less bright?
