Poem: How the Weak and Ordinary Punish the Strong and Powerful

To the Strong and Powerful

You are on notice.

Insignificant though I may be,

My voice barely a squeak from Down Yonder

As you gaze from Thrones so high.

You see yourselves untouchable

No sin committed can be punished

Such is your Priviledge of Wealth

Such is the benefit of your Political Seat

But know, with each Crime you perform

Each Step you make to the Devil's tune

Each Sin you put on full display

Your punishment is set.

I have the means.

I have the tools.

To etch your Crimes in Stone.

To make your every words and actions immortalized.

Your Worshippers may be blind

But the Wise will see you as you really are

They will remember

And They too will etch in Stone

The Truth You cannot see Yourselves

And when your Descendants See what You have done

To learn your True Nature

They will turn away from you in Shame.

To toss away your name

Deny you claim of Their Ancestry

The Price you pay for your goals is clear

No matter that you do not care

Your legacy is set

One of absolute ridicule and contempt.

You may have Glory now.

Worshippers may flock to praise you.

But you will be remembered for the Clowns that you are

The Demons and Monsters wearing Masks of False Justice

No matter how much Books you and yours seek to Burn

No matter the Lies you and yours will spew forth

The Truth will be plain to see

Made Immortal by Us, the Weak and the Ordinary

For that is my Punishment

To see Your Legacy set

So muddied are Your Names

By the Truth of My Records