Those who are first will be last
The meek will be ahead of the class.
But those who strive to lead us all
Could be in for a frightening fall.
They control the affairs of whom they lead.
They remove the portion from those in need
And give it to others that have had their fill
And support their claims to the top of the hill.
They lead like donkeys through war and blood.
They tread on the bodies to escape the mud.
They dance in joy at each financial crash.
But when Shiloh comes their teeth will gnash.
They serve the dark they no longer have light.
They bury their sins in the cover of night.
And scurry to remove the fingerprints
In the narrow hope to serve their prince.
The state of the world is now a mess
Before the judge their crimes will confess.
Woken from the grave the martyrs and dead,
And he who tramples on the serpents head.