Mad Men

Sitting at the heart throb of power,
refusing to relent or cower,
are the mad men in the universe,
spreading their warped ways like a curse.

The span of their reach cast dark shadows,
flowers wither and die in meadows.
All laws are changed to benefit them;
the masses hide money in coat hems.

Trust has vanished in this lawless land,
possessions are buried in the sand.
Chilling cries for help fall on deaf ears,
no one speaks of what they see or hear.

Fear is embedded deep in the soul,
an abundance of worries take their toll.
Black clouds of despair hover above;
hearts feel dead, there is no room for love.