Tick Think Tick

Stop you're excuses
Stop you're excuses

Your constant abuses

of limitless grace

Stop flaunting your power
before innocent children,

who grow ever weary
hour by hour;

watching your flames
spread in fame

Inhaling the toxic
of your cruel defame

Stop stomping about
and raising your voice

Just because you can;
because you have a choice

Stop wiggling your fingers before the eyes of the limbless

Stop shouting agape
in the ears of the deaf

You dangle food above the mouth of the tongueless

Your way knows nothing
but to mock and jest
 
You withhold aid
and hoard up wealth

Denying them access
to perfect health

You are the elite,
such sadistic fun

They've got nothing to eat
and you feign glum

Pretending to cry
through crocodile jaws

If this only were Hollywood
then we'd applause

But this is not a joke
No Sirs it ain't

What a ghastly picture
of life you paint

How I cannot wait
for the King of all lands

To take those defiling brushes
out of your hands!