Trickle Down Atrocity

The specter looms, overarching
a Hieronymus Bosch hell
an oily corpse, leering down
on his kingdom of suffering
He is flanked by two
cherubic gargoyles
forming a ghastly trinity

His black money drawn from deep wells
old death to feed the suffering, dripping
down through the emaciated, dying
The sulfurous stench of his flatulence
the only atmosphere that descends
burning the eyes of his republic

The further down you go
the more oppressive
At the bottom, a seething
brew of endless war
dismembers, rapes and tortures
soldiers and civilians steeped
in his septic trickle down atrocity
The base of his cloud is apocalypse
The top of the cloud is lavish excess

The specter is no devil, he is mortal
dying from the long abuses of his heart
At his death, we will be left
with haunting memories
of his sneering face