One,

You raise your head high, 

Ignoring the cracks in your crown, 

Made by your past,

You swallow down, 

The weight of the sins,

You carry around 

Two,

Hunger is eternal, 

You crave what you have in your grasp, 

Time is nothing to a God,

a dime is everything in your eyes,

You cup your palms,

Collecting the gold dripping from our eyes,

Three, 

You eye what you cannot see,

Running your hands on the souls,

You count,

A couple million, 

Yet you desire more,

Four,

You live in the skies,

Yet you reach down for the earth,

You have more than us,

But you grab at the little you don’t have,

To you,

Not having a little,

Is the same as having nothing.

Five,

You dine at a table, 

Collapsing,

Under the weight of what you’ve reaped,

Blood in the wine cups,

Spilling to your feet, 

At the windowsill,

A bird cracks at the glass,

You continue to shove the coins,

Oil,

Diamonds,

Into your mouth,

You choke on it,

It’s too much,

But as the tattered bird,

With nothing in it but a crumb,

Stays there,

You scoff at it,

It isn’t even worth your scraps,

Instead,

 you’ll take it by the neck,

Another snack,

For the eternal meal,

That is us. 

Six

Aslam once said,

'Do not let your love be a total infatuation,

You have no love for us,

But you do for our blood,

It never stops,

Do not let your anger be destruction,

And you’ve weaponized yours,

Killing the innocents,

The women,

The children 

you are fascinated like a child

With hate, 

you desire destruction,

Rooted by your ignorance 

Seven 

Your splayed on your throne,

While we fight your wars,

You give us,

“Rewards”

Yet you keep the gold,

You’ve never held the earth,

The dirt, 

The water 

But you collect the,

Diamonds,

We mine. 

Eight  

We’ve long drowned in your

Pride, Greed, Lust,

Envy, Gluttony, Wrath,

Sloth, 

So we grab the rags you once strangled us with,

And we begin to mop,

Only when we throw the blood to your feet,

You will realize,

We are the price of your sin.