The Falling of Another Empire

A nasty, string of wood carvings Bellowing scripted atrocities Successfully distracting the masses. The village idiot has risen to power Playing the part with inflated lungs of egotism Against the backdrop of looming globalism. Greedy, seedy, needy, speedy, targets Of wasted life in the hot sand. He tries to build a castle Only to have it blown away by the dry wind. Dry wind, the bad breath of evil The falling of another empire.