Consumation

Let me consider the consumation
Of the tyrants, the imperialists
And the fools with too much power
They are but the scum of the earth
Who pour salt on the earth’s wounds
Their consumation is endless
But what can one expect from them
The imperialists will pillage
Under order of those tyrants
They are the fools with unbound malevolence
Letting their consumation consume them
Completely without any remorse
For their soul, for their purity
Oh how terrible it is to say
That they once had a sense of purity
They are scum, beasts and bastards
Who know nothing more than the one thing
That keeps them running, keeps them going
And that my dear friend
Is simply, consummation