The Toppers' Thought

To the Depraved, and their mental scars,
What fun, such fun, for the world to see,
These leaders with, their titled pawns,
For their bidding, To obeying who?

With murder abound, in societies light,
The example given, to beguiled sights,
One for the murder, two for the show,
what have they done, to morals' of love,

If death, is what, the people need,
Death, is what, they get,
But, for those, who never killed,
Die, as, the rest?

To cruel and partial's little jokes,
Why must Man and Woman ruin,
What was perfect in itself,
To the world ,that they scourged,

But Now, it seems, in this time,
I'm the leaper, to their lovely estate,
To this, they throw, Sticks and stones,
Bullets, Knives, Iron tools,

To the citizens, of this world, I'm the collected Mad,
But to the leaders, of the world, I'm a little toy,
Like the soldier, in a war,
Only to die, for pride and fear,

With small beginnings, begets little means,
To survive, on little food,
Surplus here, food gone to waste,
all because, sloths increase,

So, now it's time, for the finale rise,
For time is short, and so am I,
I'm the Topper with time in mind,
Hours, Minutes, Depleted dreams,

Go to the Rock, to block the wind.