What Do We Do With Malevolent Evil People

they’re out there, driving Cadillacs, counting their money like dead fish, smoking cigars that curl up in the air like snakes. they don’t give a damn about your pain, your hunger, your rent overdue. they laugh in the dark of their marble houses, while we sweat in the sun, grip the bottle, bite the lip, fighting over crumbs like rats in a sewer. the system’s built for them, rigged with smiles and handshakes, so what do we do with them? burn them? or wait for them to rot from the inside out?