Your Brief and Our Shiny Days

Like Abraham Maslow's highest Hierarchy of needs theory, You are a ruler, self actualized and need not to worry. You look down to downgrade the poor from your mansion, That has been your passion. You shine so bright like a light, Brightening the paths of your loyalists at night, You have stood time still, Crushed emotions, souls and let their blood spill. You buried the hapless, unknowingly they metamorphosed into a seed, They germinated. In you, that sprung up greed. Many are still afraid to be massacred, Seeing you from afar with their beautiful eyes that are not mascaraed. Your marginalization pierced them like arrows, The pains registered but they lacked no songs like sparrows. Amid the direful calamities of the time, They stood tall beneath the cold glare of your desolate crime. As they rule their world, the death of your dynasty and tenure came so fast, In anguish, you are dallying in maudlin regret over the past. I'm sorry you have collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression, Making your days to be brief, shadowed and full of condemnation.