There's nothing quite like writing at 2AM. Take a look, and tell me what you think.

The great democracy feeding
cold hemlock to the thinker.
The Vatican stood wet with blood
of innocent and guilty.
A nation built on backs of many;
run by the nickel's cheating heart.
For two centuries, equality,
but not quite literally.

They tried to share their lands;
we took it for ourselves.
The Uncorruptable stood firm;
his mistress fell upon hundreds.
"For the people" they cried
as they gave reign to cold steel.
The chastity of the chosen one's
ran away with the victim's youth.

Well as you see it's history
and as we know change brings no good.