M.I.P.

You flee your homes
An oncoming storm
You drive away
Into the unknown
Left behind
The victims of your greed

Ready to die
Burned alive
Just as they were before
Nothing inside
Upon a throne
You demand their heads
Until the day
You are alone
Left behind
The victims of your greed

Ready to die
Burned alive
Just as they were before
Nothing inside
Behind a wall
Hidden from the view
The lie you built
Rules all that you once knew
The storm remains
Trapping all those within
You had the privilege to leave
But what about them?