The unquenchable power thirst drove the strive,
The megalomania ensured it remained seen,
The stooge thought divides will help them thrive,
The derivation, none will be worse, none has been.
All the state of affairs are for these, cheap politics,
All incidences, twisted, to paint the pointers black.
All who question are enemies; the one who licks,
All being said as true, true devotee, however slack.
How much can they divide, to appease their desire?
How can they be let to continue, to monger fear?
How long will the gentry wait, how long they'll bear?
Heard the myth of Nero, seeing now in plain sight,
Heard the retaliation mindless, with nation's might,
Heard the fall of the mighty, now praying all night.
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