Empires Fall

There once was an empire,
Lost in time,
Where bodily autonomy was fiction,
Profaned by a cult of suffering,
A power structure built upon hate,
Ivory towers built upon little girls backs,

This empire had been divided long ago,
Called united only by the mad,
Its women failed by those on high,
Some condemned to death or abuse,
Some reduced to incubators,
Liberty swiped by old men,

Evil is the herald of an empires collapse,
Some courts hear no justice,
And lessons are never learned,
Domination is not unity,
Red white and blue stained in ash,
The flag doesn’t represent the whole,

So rightly protest dear sisters,
Like Rome and Xerxes before it,
All empires fall,
And just like the Ostrogoths of old,
It’ll be torn brick by brick,
Burned down by its women.

Wolf Lady

Oh you old patriarchs,
With your blue pill brawn,
Do not test that dame,
For her body is her own,
Your book has no sway over her,
Nor her every sister,

She is not cattle,
She is an alpha,
She heeds no leash,
She is beautiful but fierce,
She is primal but regal,
She is every woman,

Even with your pewter gavels,
Never think you can tame her,
She speaks to wolves,
And she sees you,
She has her fangs bared,
And she’ll tear apart your fetid podium.

Modern Man

That creature there,
They call him a modern man,
An apex in this cold digital age,
Prim and proper in razor obsidian ensemble,
Well groomed like an incubus,
And oxfords upon his draconic pads,

He breathes out asbestos and tungsten,
Toxic despite his magnetic allure,
He helped cultivate this concrete jungle,
Hunting furs in Wall Street,
He speaks in radio static,
Talking of profit margins and stocks,
Where his weighted feet fall,
Tarmac and franchises grow,

He’s an alpha male,
Whatever that means,
A man of means,
He and his friends bet on vagrants,
Can’t be winners without losers,
And doesn’t that just sound modern?

Rotten Vulture

Atop a statue once depicting liberty,
Perches a foul creature,
An avian actor,
Decaying piece by ruinous piece,
A scavenger feigning regality,
A vulture wearing the feathers of an eagle,
Mould and droppings falling upon a flag,

Nonetheless this animal is loved and reviled both,
Regarded in both sycophantic and tyrannical aviaries,
It wants not for fodder,
The carcass of a republic lies below,
So it rends at putrid meat no longer protected,
Picking at the scraps of the citizenry,
The flesh of a populace with potential,

Each wing of this beast is dyed an opposing shade,
One crimson,
The other a dull blue,
Battling over which part to gnaw at,
Even as they rot and fester,
But make no mistake,
Both factions are wings of the same rotten vulture.

Bundy

Evil can rest behind a smiling face,
An amicable face,
Even a handsome face,
Charisma is the tool of a monster,
Just as a blade or garotte,
Yet more savage,
More cutting,
That was Ted,

Too many souls taken in by a friendly smirk,
A mask hiding thoughts of violation and murder,
Sugared words upon a serpents tongue,
Caught too late,
Highlighting the fell reality,
That fiends hide in plain sight,
Psychopathy cloaked in friendship,
That was Ted.

Ramirez

What turns a man into a demon?
What is it that breeds evil?
Is it a grim childhood?
The fists of the father,
Is it the occult?
A macabre interest too young,
Is it the narcotics?
That fun white powder,
An amalgamation of all these facets?

Whatsoever the cause,
This foul creature was unleashed,
A stalker in the night,
Dreaming of Disneyland,
Mutilating and violating all the way,
Thirteen souls claimed in red and screams,
By a devil wearing a human costume,
This horned beast was finally caught,
Brought low by his own arrogance.

Fight

In a red and arid land far away,
An attack is mounting,
An assault on feminine autonomy,
A patriarchal drake,
Calling itself a law,
Summoned in a circle marked with quills,

Stand firm sisters and mothers,
This beast can be fought,
Nothing can burn your choice,
You are might,
You are freedom,
The summoners of this creature know this,

Jeeringly they call themselves a supreme court,
These men think themselves puppeteers,
Longing to travel back in time,
To more ignorant years,
When fiction ruled lives,
Theocracy slivering out of the cracks,

You can not back down from this,
Your bodies are your own,
Ginsburg is behind you,
Stand firm ladies,
They will not take your strength,
Your sovereignty.

Iron Eagle

My father told me to watch the skies,
A crestfallen voice nursing a missing leg,
He said there were eagles up there,
They’d taken his locomotion in flashes of patriotism,
Ironclad falcons,
Armed to the beak,
Hunting through dead metal eyes,
A video game played malms away,
These vulturine creatures brought death and gunpowder,
Bestowing firestorms at a moments notice,
Butchering villain and victim both,

Father said they were here to remove obstacles two,
Deplorables and witnesses,
To feast upon the black gold we dare live upon,
To eat and answer to nobody.

Those Steps

At the centre of that distant empire,
Stands a citadel of a republic,
Clad in the angelic light of lady liberty,
The alleged disenfranchised of the nation,
They storm once ivory steps,
Led astray by conspiracy and bigotry,
Delusion turned into a destructive force,

Each step taken is a blow to democracy,
Each a bruise upon uncle sam,
These fools climb against their own nation,
Holding aloft standards bearing the name of a tyrant,
Red white and blue stained with filth,
A statue somewhere weeps,
Holding a flame growing dim,

A grim reminder of more barbaric times,
Across the world,
All eyes rest on the capitol,
An icon of justice defiled by hate,
And upon those steps once alabaster.

An Empire Fractured

The day has come,
To see an empire fall in real time,
These cracks have been propagating for some time,
Decadence and arrogance have weakened this people,
When are allies are shunned,
Dollars put before livelihoods,
Minorities beaten and shut,
A constitution thrown atop a pyre,

Equality is a hymn forgotten,
Ogres of bigotry and hate prowl each street,
Looking for innocents to dismember,
A flag of red white and blue drips crimson,
To an anthem ringing hollow,
Doomsday cults vote against their own interests,
Your gates of Rome are sundered,
But the barbarians are not without but in your tallest office,

Which ever way the cards fall,
Which ever name the polls screech,
The wounds are already necrotic,
The damage is done,
Measured in respect lost and orphans made,
Scales tipped too far,
The seas rise,
And the foundations of this empire dissipate,

No life jackets will be thrown.