You’ve reigned supreme these many months –
after your first tentative extortion attempt
was met with little resistance,
your strong-arm tactics evolved,
you branched out
and sank cement boots into permafrost,
added all creation to your payroll.
Justice would never come.
Trampling on the innocent,
freezing hopes and dreams,
your fingerprints went global.
But your days are numbered.
You will pay
for what you’ve done –
the Sun stands at the door
gavel will fall,
your empire will melt,
and your harsh deeds
become a bitter memory.
Don’t let the door hit you
on your way out of the courtroom…