Lord High Executioneer

You think that security belongs to you Because you have done all you need to do You think that wisdom belongs to a few Because the rest of us are fools You think that the solution to your problem Lies in a bomb or bullet But can the stomach act alone without the directions of the gullet? You think that I am your enemy Because I criticise you But it is not about you It is the things that you do One day the shepherd will not tend to his sheep Because he will be fast asleep One day the soldier will not know how to fight Because he underestimated his enemies' might One day your bombs will fail to explode Even though you try to reload And my words today may sound like a mad man ranting But tomorrow you will be the one running and panting Lord High Executioner who determine the fate of men With the pronouncement that he makes with the stroke of his pen But has no power over his own fate For you have sowed venom in the hearts of men And pretend that you did not orchestrate Their end