Liberte..Egalite..Fraternite Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

Emptying out into the streets..cities..states
Having reached beyond the boiling point
They will purge the corrupt polis houses
Till business like usual ceases to be
The mechanism behind the gluttonous governing
Self proclaimed de jur of this nation
Ostentatiously looking down at the commons
With a smirk beyond reproach
That fades away with the end of the day
From the heights of a hand built
Guillotine by which their severed heads
Stare blankly aghast!