Righteousness

this is an ironic poem, I don't actually feel this way

Stepping on others is a sign of righteousness.

For if no one combats the steel of my heel
I deserve the riches and wealth that I steal

Crushing and spitting on others below;
their cries are my steps because they were too slow.

With more glory the higher my throne will rise;
all the weaker will pay with their lives.

There is no argument
For the violence I enact.
So much so that the truth must be, just that.

Stepping on others is a sign of righteousness.