You acquire wealth and power,
At the expense of the masses.
And then you cover your tracks,
Telling us you’re rebranding.
When we catch you in your vile business,
You wriggle out your way, urging for dialogue,
Wails and cries, how long will your people die?
Your silence is enough for us to believe you don’t even care.
You spin the truth, how many more media houses do you intend to buy?
You assure us the evil will be curbed,
And then the next blast, exponentially multiplies our fears…
They run ragged with their belief, satiating their bloodlust,
How long do you intend to bury mutilated remains, body parts and bone dust?…
Ending lives all for the reason that they made the Sign Of The Cross?
Chronicles of fraud, colossal distrust uncertainty,
Underhandedness, all to get the masses misinformed…
How can you let this happen?
How do you live with yourself?
How do you manage to keep sane when your whole life is false?
And all this for what?
When you lie so much, the truth becomes a blur?
In the end, my dear friend,
Like the rest of us, the earth will swallow you whole.
And then, there’ll be no king.
For after death, all your wealth,
All your thrills, comforts and bliss,
Will be noth’…
For you’ll join the assembly of the forgotten.
And like the traveler and the woman of easy virtue,
Vanity will end its fling…