We’ve given you a name;
we see you far away, on your golden mountain,
in gimcrack garb,
the raiments of a simple-minded charlatan.

The pretender on an imagined throne;
a satisfaction smug at the fingers
pointing his way,
gnarled with truth and bruised by splinters.

Our side is chosen,
you made that for us;
you only have a gammy leg to stand;
walking away from second place
misusing the power within your hand.

So, the battered, the downtrodden
will form
into a coalition you could only wish for;
to pull out a single stone that
brings your whole rotten house down to the core.

Remaking the world without the stain
of your image;
now we are awake.
The future will have no need to explain
the actions we will take.