Fragile Empires

The cruel, calculated systems you devise
Will eventually be brought down,

We are witness to your deadly deeds,
As you pontificate over your further plans
To silence dissent.

We can deconstruct your narratives
Which are vast tapestries of lies,
As you raise time honoured flags or fists,
As you hide behind your frozen masks,
In your parliaments, palaces or pentagons.

You may have all the cold steel at your disposal.
Slavish elites may robotically
Step in time and march rod- like
To your every 'divinely' ordained order.
You may issue obscene, genocidal commands.
You may control sordid remnants of the once pure Word
Over crinkled airwaves.
You may create hackneyed montages of image and sound.
But one day soon your fragile empires,
Will crumble to the ground .

For we are growing in numbers;
Outside of your brittle authority;
Outside of your empty distractions;
Outside of your cheap bread & circuses of decay;
Outside of your insubstantial shadow plays.
And now we solemnly vow

That your fragile empires

Will crumble to the ground