In The Dungeon Of False Power

In wealth's corridors, where shadows crawl,
Abuse masked by dollars, it is a VENOMOUS sprawl.
They believe in power through ill-gained gold,
Yet a true strength lies in stories untold.

Behind the riches there is a fortress they claim,
Abuse concealed, yet it bears a name.
Money is a weapon and a deceptive guise,
But conscience endures and the truth never dies.

In the twisted tales of their wicked might,
A web of deceit is indeed a relentless fight.
The oppressed that awakening, a voices must rise,
Against the tyranny, and of course against the lies.

To those who wield power with a ruthless hand,
Beware the reckoning, with a truth so grand.
Ill-gotten wealth, sure a shackled sail,
If it built on lies, sure it will be destined to fail.

Do not be abusive, for the shadows will fade,
The powerless may rise, undeterred, unswayed.
In the darkness, where guilt sets sail,
The truth will emerges and the abusive assail.

One day, YOU! abuser, your fortress will frail!
It will crumble down then the truth will prevail.
In the echoes of your deceit's haunting wail,
If not too late, realize, one day, you'll be in jail.
(by MCLC)