The Tables Turn

a curse cast upon the jailers
cast on the police and judges
for the tortures of our allies
in the name of false justice
for the powers they abuse
may their whole world burn
and may they hang in their own gallows
when the tables turn
and may they hang in their own gallows
when the tables turn
may the world's leaders drown
in the blood of their conquests
may the voters die in front of the polls
may the harvester be impaled upon his own scythe
may the popes and cardinals sell their souls
may the outcast issue all of the commands
may the scholars forget what they've learned
may the superpowers turn to sand
on the day when the tables turn