Looters

They who put there hand
In the nations pocket
Pilfering from our collective
Pot of soup
Belly and pocket full, fools!
You stand on the podium of selfishness
And pulpit of mediocrity
Spewing incitement as manifestos
Leaving baffled brothers with
Perforated pennies, precursors of penury!
Not knowing that a stick used in killing
A millipede joins it in damnation
Congregation of vultures
Ominous birds of prey
Trailing a swollen bellied nation
For either faeces or vomit
Beware! Your are as ugly as your actions
For I am coming
With a weapon deadlier than a missile
To kill your manifestation
And you if you linger