Hideous in their glory
Kings intoxicate starvelings with fumes
The rich moisten their lips
How much they feast on our flesh
It is enough to decay
In servitude to sickness
Without grasping each fetter
And betraying our kindred
Groans piteous and feeble
Rip into companions
All wretched of the earth
Drown unconscious and dormant
With majestic gait
Resplendent in finery
Conquerors wade through gore
Towards eschatology