Wiping away the soaped over windows
Inside, the politicians
Making the fast buck
From your concerns, your woes
With their agendas
Self serving missions
Hear them declaring the shelves empty
In the backrooms of soup kitchens

As the poor
Weak
And tired
Line up outside the door

The hunger, thirst
Gone beyond insatiable
Need to feed
Supercedes desire for control
Disenchanted masses
With distended bellies never to be full

Salivating over the prospect of a wishbone

Eyeing the governing body
Like a roasted beast upon a silver platter
The bitter lining of their stomachs swallowed whole
From the inside out

Satin curtains ripped away
The windows shatter
Exposing the great illusionists of our day and age
Revealed for what they truly are
Pigs getting fatter
Hogging all the temple grain
Charletains on a stage

Dragged
Kicking and screaming
Into the audience
Devoured

Torn apart
Limb from limb
By the emaciated
Empowered

Bitten once too often
The hands that fed you bite back
With a deadly kiss

Starved for too long
The people attack
In a rage that can only amount to this

Cannibalistic bliss