End it will
End in madness
End in failure
If you let it
End in misery
In woebegone
In malice
You’ll inherit
Such disparate
Inequalities
Devoid of any
Merit
But you’ll wear it
Like a patriotic flag
Catches the wind
And not to brag
But you will
Reinvent
Its colors
Of the skin
Yet some inherent
Mortal sin
Might in
The shadows
Deep instill
An ever-looming
Private interest
Despotism
Shoot to ****