fauxcroft

Those who attack their own people

Will find themselves being repaid,

And they’ll be no fucking hiding place

For the suffering you have caused each day,

And when your paramilitary forces are gone

You will discover before to long,

That the people have long memories

And will not easily or readily forget,

The laws that you broke, so may I suggest

That you rethink your authoritarian ways,

And beg for forgiveness and hope you are saved

From the karma that is heading your way,

Because the power that you wield is depraved

In the same way as you lived a life full of shame.