I know that you hate me when I take what you think belongs to you.
All my life, I have lived among the privileged few.
Never has anyone worked as hard at nothing as I do.
I look out from my penthouse window at the view.
I sit in a luxurious boardroom and look at the faces,
that stare back at me wishing they could change places.
I’m always a step ahead of all the rest and off to the races.
They would stab me in the back, but to my face, they heap praises.
You think it’s easy to be cold-hearted and to stand alone.
But what you don’t know is that I expect that I shall atone,
for the rotten things that I have done and for mercy, I have never shown.
I am at the top and there I will remain, no one can unseat me from my throne.
The whispers at night when those I pay for pleasure are gone,
keep me up, tossing and turning and wide-eyed when I greet the dawn.
You think that I don’t know what is in store for me, but I’m just a pawn.
Right now, it is me that you hate, but there will be another when I pass on.
Yes, we rule the world and we are the masters who dangle puppets on a string.
It is us that will depose a dictator and move people on a board to crown a king.
When torture is used, it is by our servants that the whip and the lash will sting.
And in secret, presidents, prime ministers and queens bow before us and kiss our ring.
I am one of them and I was born into the circle from which there is no escape.
From this world, we must take its riches and plunder, pillage and rape.
And under cover of darkness, what we worship enfolds us like a cape.
Don’t for a minute think that we ever really die, we just change shape.
The world belongs to us and all there in as we have declared ourselves to be gods.
And those who do not bow before us and worship us will face the death squads.
You cannot defeat us for our power is immeasurable and so what are your odds?
It amuses us no end that you are too blind to see what lies behind these mere facades.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland