Sacrosanct oligarch
only game in town
my sweet, missing patriarch
you leave me no direction
away from this killing ground.
Father time skipped a beat
around our sons' heart clocks
leaving only brother death
to snip their prodigal locks.
But, martial lies petrify
and truth will well
like water through rock
open my eyes
and I'll tell with a sigh
the story of man's codified
deathwish for himself.