They come not cloaked in iron, but smiles,
Flashing teeth like saints in tailored sin.
Chanting mercy while they gut the lamb,
with hands far too clean for contrition.
They walk in silk, with tongues of gold.
Their gospel wrapped in empty grace.
Their smiles are bought, their hearts are sold.
The mask of virtue on their face.
They trade truth for theater.
Loyalty for the fleeting pulse of polls.
Bowing not to gods but donors,
As cities rot and choke within their hold.
They drape themselves in rainbow flags;
Hollow causes and convictions.
Burning incense to virtue,
While deals bleed beneath shrouded contradictions.
Children dream beneath the drones,
While tongues in D.C. sharpen.
On every sacred word they never honor,
And our hope begins to darken.
They sing of peace with poisoned breath,
While war drums echo out of view.
They write the laws that deal out death,
Then claim their hands are clean and true.
They kneel not in repentance, but in performance.
To cameras, the mobs, pedophiles and fiends.
Cradle the poor, then sell their future,
To the false altar of progress and all that is obscene.
These architects of managed decline,
Gatekeepers of the new decay and disease.
You wear the crown of moral rot,
And wear a cloak of compassion to hide your ******.
They build their thrones on shifting lies,
Where children cry beneath their schemes.
Their banners blot the weary skies,
While justice chokes on broken dreams.
They sell the poor for promised gain,
Then sip their wine in marble halls.
They smile beneath the people’s pain.
The louder that the empire falls.
They cry for rights with serpent tongues,
And bind the free in veiled control.
Their hymns are sung by bleeding lungs,
Their mercy rots the nation’s soul.
They do not lead. They twist, betray,
And call it light when day is done.
They curse the ones who will not sway,
Then swear their chains are forged for none.
Stewards of the slow decay,
Who clothed the lie in finer dress.
You trade tomorrow for today,
Then burn the wreck and call it blessed.
You are the thief behind the law,
The hollow priest, the gilded fraud.
No king, no god, no flag I saw,
Could cleanse the blood upon your sod.
You preach with fire and feed with frost,
Each promise made, another price.
But you will know what honor lost,
When silence breaks beneath the ice.
You are the enemy not of nations,
But all of mankind and minds that think.
The velvet tyrants, the smiling knife.
The Judas kiss with blue ballot ink.
