The Last Ride

Mounted upon the backbone
Of our forefathers
They ride with a paralyzing canter.
Saddled with impropriety, ruthlessness and self-exalting banter. 
They thwart justice
Slapping the innocent with a gnarled, oppressive hand!
Mocking virtuous tenets and the foundation upon which they stand!
Shameful antecedents!
Virtues for which thou lack credence!
Men of lawlessness, thou hast exhausted both time and chance.
Ne'er giving prudence a second glance!
Gallop if thou must!
For 'tis in God we shall trust!
Thy successors shall arise!
Look not for mercy from the heavenly skies!
Dismounted thou shall be!
For all eternity!