A Goddess of Thievery

There was a storm that destroys the land, There was hopelessness born from despair, And there was an unknown bloodbath that bathed their money. They didn’t see you, they put your life in peril, So that they can live in your suffering— In your silent outcry that made their wealth worthy. But the secret will be out, The lies will be unveiled, And soon, the outcry of the masses will disturb their comfort; That will bang and rattle beyond St. Gerrard Construction’s doors and gates, And they will feel the wrath of the silenced, oppressed, and the marginalized they bribed. The doom will be impending, Their ending will be grueling, For the rot of their betrayal have pierced through the trust of the people, And the rage is unwavering, deafening; You won’t be able to hide behind your blood-stained walls, The death of your victims will haunt you, The money you have stolen will be back to the people, And you will be left with a massacred luxury. You don’t need cars that costs thousands to millions to live your life, You don’t need the lavishness from stealing, The money will never be for you— It was always meant for the people you should have served and protected. And now, the decay reeks of the foulness of your lies; You will be left with the haunting truth that you are a goddess of thievery. Do you hear their screams? Do you feel their fury? Do you see their suffering? Your secrets are not safe, Your lies won’t be sugarcoated, The truth behind all your luxuries will come into the surface, And you will confess all the secrets, You will be afraid of the masses, For their raging cries have gone into madness, And you won’t have the comfort to live for the truth has now been unveiled— That you are indeed the goddess of thievery. Be careful, for your secrets and lies have stormed even in the quiet.