Oh yes, a shrewing political weasel, corrupting in bribes,

Lost within lies, and obviously awkwardly unlikable too,

Is a sight so untrue, a tone without any musical flavour.

Wandering with half a brain pouring out three ways,

Most flowing to wash flush the dark money interests,

A quick hand appeasing rage of a perverted dicktator,

And a smidgeon, if that, to the poor peoples suffering.

I do wonder why we allow this disease to eat up our soul,

These men with no goals but to sit on oversized thrones,

To stand gazing in mirrors and pretend they see all sides,

Placed fast by a fearful hand of desperate greedy demise.

But a revolution is nearing, the castle walls need beating,

To open a rich keep’s vaults for the impoverished people.

I see no estate lords here, no kings ordained, no holy popes, no all-seeing gods, and no hands of greed!

No landlord moguls, no monarchal oligarchs, no creepy techexecs, no AI gods, and no shadow bankers.

Just the peoples will, so you’d better find your place on earth,

And remember that servants walk the temples of democracy.

And a servant is always disposable, but how they serve and unto who,

Well, that can be the peoples reward given as lifelong commendable,

Offering legacy written into humanities course as shared moral code.

This assuming they are not remembered in revulsion as pure evil,

Or forgotten as another empty mouth with hands full of gilded coin,

Unable to comprehend the peoples decent truth, morals and ethics.

But, do you really have no one else to stand this test, oh speedy greed?

Is there no one you can put before us uncorrupted by your selfishness,

Without photos wandering by sickos and freaks of a gilded aristocracy,

Making shadowy backroom deals to silence free voices of democracy?

And must your exhausting and urgent need be placed above all people,

While they suffocate beneath your tremendous bloating of stolen riches?

How many more nations must you pillage,

How many more peoples must you devour,

How many more environments will you rape?

Oh greed, oh greed, your cruel and needy games cannot last,

For your selfish speed is the failure upon which your dice cast.

Yet, the people know the truth now of your hoovering disgust,

And it is so obvious how you’ve deteriorated their simple lives,

But they have weathered its storm to stand on moral ground,

And they will make you find your way into better social ethics.

Oh greed, you can barely hold your glorious capitals anymore,

With your towered market pinnacles in sky of crude classy lines,

And their rows of speed monied ticks quantifying the value of life.

For even now, in your shadow city, a saintly servant haunts your stolen hordes,

Wooing people with simple mandates of basic humanity and common respect.

Oh greed, how easy you are to overturn once you’re spotted,

For you are obviously patterned in directionless paced action,

Which eventually receives a robust reaction to correct course,

When people begin communicating faster than manipulation,

Finding honest love for each other to help spread word around,

Letting truths stomp by boots and slow by workplace shutdown.

Oh greed, oh greed, have you looked into death’s eyes lately?

For it stares at you, as the people unite in their common light.