Auri Sacra Fames

The barons, tycoons, hustlers,

Moguls, big shots—

Thieves, the lot of them.

They strip man, woman, child,

Of the human being inside of them, 

Stealing bodies, minds, souls—

All for profit. What profit?!

They lose themselves as well.

Brother Fanon said it right:

Dehumanize another, dehumanize yourself.

These soulless beings,

Riddled with auri sacra fames,

Vampires of horror,

Must eat flesh of their oppressed,

Defile, degrade, destroy—

For nothing is ever enough.

They’re lost to the world,

Living dead with empty souls—

Hungry.

Eat and eat until nothing’s left,

Bone dry. Eat they must.

For their sickness is without cure,

Only the wrath, of a people revolting,

Will rid us of the lot of them