Psychopaths plotted, seizing the throne;
Their hoarded wealth, seeds of chaos sown.
The weak were trampled, left to bleed,
As gluttonous wolves embraced their greed.

The law once penned in sacrosanct ink,
Now torn asunder where jackals slink.
The golden rule? A hollow lie—
The weak obey, while the strong defy.

The elite took all, the frail took none—
Fair justice fled beneath the sun.
While beggars starved on crumbs of spite,
The elite proclaimed, “This world is right.”

In scholarly halls where once we relied,
The gears of progress ground, then died.
Science censored, truth deleted;
Hope’s last gasp, drowned and defeated.

The vultures circled, skies embroiled,
Talons shredding poor souls who toiled.
They traded mercy, dealt in strife,
Gorged themselves with stolen life.

No court of truth, no scales held fair—
Just iron fists and poisoned air.
The serfs, like hares, fled tooth and claw;
The lords carved flesh and filled their maw.

Screams silenced in the stifled air,
While tyrants feasted without a care.
Law of the jungle, a shriek of might—
Survival’s cost? The death of light.