Corner to corner
Hands far away
Pulled in by
What they would kill thy
Luxurious whimperings
Children clothed disguised in their father’s clothes
In illusions of grandeur
Pedestal raised high with toes dangling
Conceptual paradigms leaders thought to be
Tiny tyrants clothed in polite diplomacy
Show their badge in which they honor
Of talons and empty minds
Gone does their brain go
Washed over a million times
Filling catacombs with dust and mold
Angry greed ridden junkies for power
Who grabble for glass figurines
Moved like toys to the corner
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