Mad Men

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Mad men rule and mad men live,
Sitting in a lonely chair.
If they won’t gain then they won’t give,
In climbing up the marble stairs.

Mad men take and mad men break,
Ruling from a silver throne.
From a cold wind, gone astray,
Surveying everything they own.

Mad men lust for things not obtained,
Taking everything they can
While the people suffer from strain
By the power of a mad man’s hand.

Mad men become psychopaths
Not restrained by the walls of a cell.
God only knows the aftermath
When they have sent the world to hell.