I haven't written in ages, but today I felt the urge. The fruits of my labored labor
:
Black Gold
The tainted chalice sears their soiled hands
As they raise it up in shallow victory
For all to see and bow accordingly
The bullies ascend their pulpits
As they thump their chests in earnest
So haughty are the unmasked marauders
They feign disdain for the blistering pain
As they justify their deluded quest
To be the kings of the bountiful hill
Trampling resolve
Wringing out the red
Bite the rotten apple
Chew until you’ve bled
Itchy fingers trigger the gunslingers
As they shred their knowing victims
With a barrage of rhetoric worn thin
The misguided lemmings take their places
As they horde their buckets of black gold
Chanting reason is treason in unison
Trampling resolve
Wringing out the red
Feed the green disease
Drink until you’re dead