The Vanity of Power
They robbed the people of their wealth,
Built grand halls, boasting stealth.
In gleaming cars, they roamed the streets,
Wearing titles, pride complete.
For power and fame, they sought the throne,
Flags waved high, their might was shown.
But their chariots of luxury, cold as stone,
Never graced the humble home.
Their voices silent, never raised,
For the people's needs, they never praised.
The cries of the poor, they did ignore,
Except when elections knocked at the door.
But when the reaper came to call,
And took their child beyond the wall,
They wept, knowing sins they'd sown,
The burden of guilt, now fully known.
No iron fortress could withstand,
The Lord's decree, firm and grand.
For justice reigns, a truth profound,
The wicked's wealth will circle 'round.
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