The peace of the entire cosmos can be stolen When the winds of untamed power blow; Everything and everyone is strewn, Like dry husk from the crop is flown, When an unannounced dust storm rages. Power must not reside in the hands Of those with dark hearts, Who wear the attire of fat follies and flaws. The reckless, unbridled horses in human form, With hearts of stone, knowing nothing but to trample. To trample the meek and the downtrodden. Demons control their souls, Far from ever being pristine. The kingdom of darkness feeds their ego, Those who negate goodwill and preach malice. Heinous are their attempts To outrage all that is fine in humanity. Such men in power draw solace From the suffering and sobs of the crowd, That knows nothing but hard work and toil. The spring of such serpents’ joy Is the helpless tears of men of soil. But all these men reside blindly In a fool’s paradise; They forget that “pride always hath a fall.” The mightiest kings and emperors Could not escape the decli...