Coin after coin makes a clinking sound as it drops into your insatiable piggy bank. You sit with your eyes bulging with greed, hands motioning for the next, feet kicking with joy, intermittently shaking the bank in your pale, boney hands. You hide behind a noble cause, you hide behind a team of passionate people, but the longer these people work underneath your thumb; the harder your thumb pushes them into the ground.
The realization of who you are, is sickening…Vampire-like creature with paranoid and judgmental ideas. Your creepily chiseled face and eyes lined with blackened bags, peer with ice into our Neighborhood and then our direction in turn. You are afraid of appearance and afraid someone might see the world for what it truly is. You scream-whisper to yourself -“HIDE! HIDE THEM ALL…. I’ll send you where you belong!” and with melancholy, and lack of hope we all file into the dank, discouraging, and lifeless basement. Giggling at your accomplishment, you gasp! Your work is not yet done, you write your next mandate from your cozy tower far above any of these minions, peasants and lepers. You hear a noise, twitch your ears and snarl, and back to your work to destroy any sense of dignity of the population you are a part of and serve. How easily you forget where you came from, how mindlessly you dismiss the goal, the hope, the purpose. You’re a hypocrite, a bully and are wasting a beautiful opportunity, likely because you never came to terms with yourself. You lost your way, and reunited with your hate.