Passenger to poisoned world
Ruled by the whim of small men, piteous and shallow
False heirs bold with facile prowess
Lamb in wolfskin, miserable and afraid
Stands upon a vale of blood and bone
Erecting monuments to vanity
Boot on the throat of humanity
Manipulator, captor, oppressor
Hated circle of tyrants – feasting on suffering
Drunk on grief
Fattened long on death’s bounty
Dethrone, banish, erase them all
Render temples razed
Shatter icons and sweep them away
Not a soul shall mourn the passing
Of a tyrant
Under a stone with no inscription
Lay not even a fragment
Not dust
No trace
No memory
Nothing at all