A Monument To Nothing

Hammers fall not on outsiders’ backs
But on the spines of the ones who used starving hands to forge your hollow crown
You’ve got no borders to cross, yet you hold weapons that only strike the weakness of your kin
Salt the earth, so no one can stand
Hammers fall on the spines of the ones who forged your crown
Splintered backs bear the weight of a throne raised on famine
You’ve got red-stained hands
yet no wars were waged
You only strike the ones who can’t defend
Spit fire on those who stay still
Fire bullets when it’s safe to shoot the gun
Salt the earth, then curse the starving
Homes crumble but not from wars

Your foes are standing outside
Waiting for you to demonstrate your power
Blade drawn, but not for strangers
It only knows the blood of those who weep

Hammers fall not on outsiders’ backs
But on the spines of the ones who used starving hands to forge your hollow crown
Every weapon you hold was turned against your kin
Never against your true adversaries

A monument to nothing
Built by cowards
No graves, no names
No anthem was sung
Only ghosts to haunt your chamber
Heaven burns