Terror Tribe

Malicious maggots eating the poor.
Right, left, right; punch!
Prepare for war.

Money grabbing, mesmerised by the flow.
To say I’m sick of this cycle would be an understatement though.

Wretched hives of scum and filth.
Surround to crush our hopes of peace and health.
For conflict and theft are not what we crave.
Sadly their are no superheroes to save our days!

Putrid pack of spineless scabs.
Feeling the sting means you’ll soon be laid out on slabs.

Maladjusted egos fuelled by their mouths.
Being like them should make no one proud.
For they are the disease that rots us from within.
These realms in which they grew are places they should’ve never been.

Alas the greedy are rarely too bright.
If once they were they have long lost the fight.
Rather now they are husks with pure lust.
And in them, no you should never put an ounce of trust.

Malicious maggots eating the poor.
Right, left, right; punch!
Prepare for war.

Putrid pack of spineless scabs.
Feeling the sting means you’ll soon be laid out on slabs.