The pain of men is nothing to me,
You’ll find no pity in my two emerald eyes.
I do not care if sheep wave flags and
Hunt dark skinned bastards of evolution down.
We’ll stay home on our tall gold thrones.
When the sheep return they’ll be dragging camels
With foreign riches and plundered goods
Piled high, strapped tightly to their breaking backs.
All I want is life in luxury,
Don’t show me the bill, I care not for the cost.
I’ll sleep on beds of uncut diamonds,
Sedated by the sweetness of rose-red wine.