The Elite's Lie

Shooting down commands from up very high
Keeping for yourselves the sweet portioned pie
An evil eye toward others who eat
But your wickedness is less then discrete 
Your showcased talk of wisdom without peace
Like your love, a showcase without relief 
You may dress and smell the part, but for lies

Shooting down your demands from up on high
While keeping appointments with all your ties
You deny any one whose not Elite
While your wickedness is less then discrete
Like your love, a showcase without relief
You may be respected, but for the lies