Selfish Saviour

You call into question behaviour.
All because you wish to become known as saviour.
Delicate hand upon a faded relic.
Double take suggests you wish to sell it.
Make a stack and flee the system.
Reinforced by your snorts of derision.
Poor imitations of disgust and outrage.
Offensive is not something that’s ever phased.
So to see it now I know its put on.
If eyes shift off you I know you’ll be gone.
Yet would that be such a tragic loss?
I wager no as you overestimate your cost.
Worth your weight would be a fallacy.
Maybe I should encourage a tragedy.
Hasten this break force change.
It would certainly allow for expulsion of the mange.

Theatrical display to cover your treachery.
As I suspected you took the chance to get away.
To where I do not know and could not care less.
For this made possible a new process.
Stripped out the rot of what had kept us contained.
To be honest your rule was smothering in the way it restrained.
Fashioned us to ideals we no longer held.
Advancement until then had been quelled.
Without these limits we came on leaps and bounds.
Ended disease, famine, poverty and refugee compounds.
All things that had bred bitterness and division.
It was a much needed series of incision.
That has lead us to unity previously not conceived.
Sure even you wouldn’t have believed.
So wherever you are I extend my thanks.
For your greed gave us all this expansive chance.