The Usurper

My brothers and I are landless,
Driven from home,
We forage like stray dogs,
Scrounging on scraps,
But here we see you lying fat and fed,
Showing your belly to the sun.
Gorging on the work of your subjects.
My brothers and I have come hither,
To show you how effete you have become.
I will crush your skull,
And take your pride from you,
And as your carcass lies there stiffening for the vultures,
Your sons will follow you from here.
I will give no quarter,
Because this,
This is the natural order!
So come,
Come and breathe your last.

© Sena Kodjokuma 2014