To kill the homeless

Ambition doesn´t go, only leaving an undescribable flavour.
Dream of such abstract fantasies.
Royal matrimony, white horses, white vales and clouds...
Where´s the colour?
The heroe and the damsel.
The lord of buy and sell.
The poor, the slow, the vandal.
Lust for the simplest thing.
Dreams of a normal life.
A game you´ve turned yourself into.
Where´s the dice?
Wealth and poverty...
Which side of town do you live on?
To become so selfish and arrogant.
Searching for nothing more than serves to fill the coffers.
See yourself as near the top, silken, golden, froth.
Build a hotel on the corner beggers would beg on.
Herd them into a midnight killing field, extinguish their lives with a few hired guns.
Your conscience safely and soundly asleep.