A new face of aggression

No one could accuse him of stage fright
And now the caterpillar has almost been drained
I sense a grin
One so wide it could fit a sweet valley

Tempting the masses with images of virtude when their habits are vice
Their transient minds follow like ants to sugar in oversized families
Blind to their own routine sins and deaf to their own blasphemies
Put their lives in the hands of a man without compassion

His presence grew solidly in the most chaotic state
Where politicians negotiate with criminals, offshore accounts inflate
And public servants take theirs and leave the city to it's dreadful fate
their greed and adherence to corruption has given birth to a child

Has carved a man that may unleash wrath upon your "come what may" lifestyle
His laughter swells like a church gospel choir rising and falling with anger and violence
His speech cooks and boils in his mouth slowly, face inflammed
Bursts out upon naiive ears engulfing them like lava from a volcano

The curfew bell rings loud enough to crush your skull
State by state the grip tightens
Until the rotten fruit is disposed of, so that the rest can ripen
Yet the rot has knowledge, spores and roots too deep

And so the conflicts of 2020 ensue
Millions of lives later and no UN to the rescue
For every man is armed and leans to one side
The face of aggression and the freedoms denied

For they have cut the veins of progression, so let me amputate them so their hands may not bribe and so their heads may not plot.