Converting a republic to an imperial state.
All you care about is how much you can take, take, take.
Unravelling order to install centralised chaos.
Greed is your one true lust.
Leeching life of its energy.
Redact what the masses will abhor.
First distraction attempt to be launched on four.
Gerrymandering to strengthen your ego.
Failing to grasp we all know.
Your issuing thugs with mask, guns and badge.
Wannabe mob boss without the brains.
Forever teetering on the brink of insane.
Believing your past can never catch you up.
What a deluded sort of view.
Couldn’t be more obvious what you trying to do.
Misdirection is not your forte.
Not sure you understand half of what others say.
Why you lash out with infantile rants.
Impossible to offer heartfelt thanks.
People are only useful for how they benefit you.
Rewriting boundaries to tighten your hold.
Don’t you see you are already old?
Tyranny never reigns for very long.
You will not be one who proves that wrong.
Be ready for when comes your day.
Subterfuge is your Achilles heel.
One of the few things you can actually feel.
Setting sun on an empire of consumerism.
Hastened an end to this pointless modernised relic.
Don’t tell me you have not felt it.
Grasping at your desperate straws.
Determined to close off all other doors.
Scared how badly your world could unravel.
Become a dictator and you can prevent being turned into gravel.
The masses will not bend the knee.
You are a victim of your own lifelong insidious depravity.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 