More bad news floating down… who shall we kill today…who shall we wipe away.
Gafaws of laughter drift down the stairs. Mad minds contemplate the surge of power they now hold in their hands. We are the kings, and they are the sniveling, crying peasants crawling to us, hands held out, begging for their pence.
More laughter as a shout of contempt fills the chamber, “Off with their heads… the dirty beggars will spoil our bounty. I must decide, I am the king, and I ask you, my wealthy, sniveling, greedy followers, what shall we take away now?”
“We need the poor to perish. We need the old to be obsolete. We need the workers to wield their muscles from dawn to dusk in order to support us.”
The laughter is louder, the king turns his head, with an evil sneer he exclaims, “We need them all dead!”
“Take away their pensions, make social security obsolete… what do they need with money. Send them to bed to die in their sleep.”
The pompous crowd nod their heads in greed and agreement. They fawn their jewels and bow to their king. “Oh, Lord, let us serve you.”
“Open the windows, throw down last week’s meat. It should now be ready for them to eat. We’ll wish them well as they snivel and cry. We’ll stand and watch as they eat and die.”
“It won’t be hard to wipe them away, for they’re old, they’re young, they’re unwanted, they’ve seen all their days.”
The kingdom of dumpdon has written the law, and his kingdom of servants fawn and gafaw as they wait on his wishes and drip out his praise. While silently crying as this king loudly proclaims, “Death to the people, they get in my way, chop off their heads and throw them away. What do I care? They’ve lived their best days…
My tears are real as I walk away. The kingdom of dump, please tell me, is not here to stay.
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