Happiness Of Atrocity

Detaching tears

Are gushing on cheeks

Screeching children

Of the surrendered meeks

Imprecating mothers

Though none bespeaks

Burning bellies 

Symptoms of the bleaks

Scourging fathers

Subjects to law tweaks

I inhale freely

While my subjects gasp

My motif is scary

For fear is what others enclasp

My citizens consume barely

I quaff their savings like a gnasp 

Penalising the righteous financially  

Thoroughly with my scheming rasp

In plain sight, although circumstantially

Snatching and looting whatever they grasp

Happiness of atrocity

Engaged in all ferocity

To satisfy my lust for luxury,

While others question their liveability

Concluding it is my resources voracity

That is criticising the economy

All they have endured in my raucity

Is complaining and grudging in animosity

Undeniably it is my money amorosity

Is rendering their eyes in aquosity