#59 angel's grief

Is it your fetish,
making people heartbroken?
if so, I have to use the leash,
and assign a warden,

does it make you feel good,
seeing people juggling feelings,
you secretly rummaging through their loots,
siphoning their bling-blings,

what do you do with those cash?
get your table full of flake?
always fancy yourself some dash,
finish yours and steal someone's cake?

you cry it out loud "flower power",
you're just a pseudo-peacemaker,
thousands people's pretender,
am I right, professor?

day by day you turn dark,
oh your bite is worse than your bark,
no one dare to touch the punks' monarch,
who also happens to be an oligarch,

I know who keeps advocate,
he who stands on your left,
to turn back is not too late,
return the light that lost in a theft,

that devil's doing, but he can't forever be winning.