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.