Arrogance blooms with much to spare
As I stand before the crooked lair
Of mortal men so viciously vile
That even snakes divert their glare.
Their perverse smiles sicken me
They exsist to taunt.
But I pray my blazen words shall haunt
And touch a hardened heart.
To be the catalyst to start the beat
That will make their bodies more than meat.
Erect and proud, I face the faces
Of the tyrants of a thousand places.
I stare down the throat of beasts
Who rule and kill and live to feast.
But I feel the strings of history pulling in my favor.,
I regale any serneity
So these tasteless men can savor
Pasiion and uncorrupted truth
From a mouth that has been pinned uncouth.
I bellow and preach about liberty lost
And paupers frozen to the frost.
The starving masses, inadequate classes,
The cities that vagrancy fashions.
They nod their heads and softly sneer.
They say, "How very cute my dear"
Pretension and presumption are the extent of their emotion.
But I, the martyr, prepare to die
As the last act of class devotion.
The veiled struggle yearn to be revealed
Before the rifts can ever be healed.
They cannot stem my primal drive
Because my words can long survive.
I see the hollow space within their foems
I will not give to their demands
Or not a free man shall ne'er be born.
