In palaces
Laps of luxury
The fester
Putrefying while still alive
They, the flotsam of humanities waves
Cast aside by our communal will
Yet
Remain they do
Spreading their stench in every act
Destroying freedom
Crushing resistance
Thinking they are supreme
Assuming victory, forcing the world to bow
Instead
They are merely marking the minutes
In ever more horrendous acts
Until their own downfall
For no matter the man
Our own humanity will rear its head
And demand its due
One way or another
