fauxcroft

What’s the trouble with those

Who we elect to rule,

Starting fucking wars

And then treating us as fools,

They turn to corruption

With no trouble at all,

Then we all sit and wait

For their meteoric fall,

What’s wrong with our leaders

Does it all go to their heads,

Bombing and killing

Leaving many innocents dead,

Meglamaniacs, psychopaths it seems

Turning mankind’s dreams,

Into dark nightmarish scenes.