Drunkenly, they trudge ahead,

Trampling upon many a head.

Wreaking havoc in the land,

Turning grand Edifices to Sand.

Laundering away the masses' funds,

Stashing them in notes and bonds.

Leaving orphans with none to fend

Oblivious of their approaching End.

An End Facilitated by the Most High,

Pacifier of the Oppressed's Cry.

A/N:

Most times, acts of injustice perpetrated against humanity are all due to that feeling of drunkenness that comes with power exploited out of order. When the oppressed keep silent, the oppressors get emboldened...