Divine Intervention

Divine Intervention

They call me a madman,
A tyrant,
A villain,
Because I ignore their pleas,
Their desperate cries for help,
Their bitter tears of anguish.
Yet these claims could be
No farther from the truth.

When I came to this planet,
I found the people enslaved in the yoke of
chaos and depravity,
Feasting off of one another,
Not for survival,
But just because they could.

Others put themselves on pedestals,
Above their fellow man,
And look down on them as nothing
but pawns to be discarded
when their energies have been expended
under the lashes of their whips.

These fools on their pedestals
Are only in their current position
because they were born into it,
Whose ancestors also found ways
To con the common man
Into doing their selfish bidding.

I've seen people pass by
Those who were less fortunate,
And the only time they cared
Was when they could use
Their charitable acts
As a publicity stunt,
Posting it up on social media
So that all can see
That their generosity
Is loosely shrouded by their
Conspicuous vanity.

These fools, who see party platforms
As platforms of partitions,
Dividing one another over
Minute and meaningless distinctions,
As the two wings flap and carry
The same ugly bird.

They elected leaders who did not
Lead by example, but rather
Fell under the weight of their
Own wallets, filled to the brim
With campaign donations from
Major sponsors who
Sold these positions to them,
At the expense of the environment,
Their morale,
And their own lives
And the lives of those they were
Meant to represent.

These apes put the value of the dollar
Over the value of their neighbor,
The quantity of acquaintances
over the quality of their friends.
And blind beliefs
Over observable facts.

Truth.
Compassion.
Justice.
Civilization.
Progress.
Are all meaningless now.

For in a few moments,
When I wipe this accursed slate clean,
They will have a new thing to call me:

Messiah.

You reap what you sow,
And so I shall reap.