7 Deadly Crimes

Ten sayings spoken through one forked tongue  
Killed 5 boarder children in 5 brief months  
Ripping apart family ties that used to bind  
As neighborly love's spat upon with venomous lies  

Barring false witness against all  
Who threaten his kingdom cum with castration  
Floating above the law until the next election  
When the tax levied on his soul is finally collected  
 
Stealing services from those he never intends to pay  
Creditors will not be recompensed for the all the loans they made  
Firmly stroking the egos of those who fall for his deception  
while pocketing the funds donated to his charitable foundation  
 
Claiming hordes of masked marauders have invaded  
The empty space where dark forces are persuaded  
Some kept out, others fenced in a prison for children  
Where the nore who die are just the less that can get in  
 
Constructing a fake wall to ease fooled minds of faux phantom fears  
That menace insecure thoughts in the hallways of gray lines  
Drawn within his mind then woven slyly by the tongue  
To separate frightened elders from their innocent young  
 
With windows wide open you'll see through the conniving grin  
Spread across the ugly face of each invading deadly sin  
Mindless zombies hail without empathy as they fall in line  
Flipped in the upside down by a name that starts and ends with 9  
 
But what else can be expected of one who embraces hate  
In the black hole where there must once have beat a heart  
Now beaten down by lust not felt for all his lonely wives  
A glutton for the punishment of stings within busy hornet hives  
 
As his anger rages against everyone who's not just like him  
Yet those he lusts for in film or flesh never feel his wrath  
As he envies big hands for applauding his imaginary power  
To the beat of parading marchers who will build him a Moscow tower  
  
Watching every channel of news and those echoing his unfettered lies  
While there is work left for another day and someone else's eyes  
Only getting out of bed if there's still time for another hole of golf  
Bathing in his own hypocrisy making sulfur bubbles in his daily sloth  
 
Meanwhile the planet suffocates from ever rising carbon dioxide  
As greed for another shade of green is outdone only by his pride  
Ignoring the rising tide of an ocean echoing Mother Nature's warning  
Closing his ears to the dripping tears of children mourning tomorrow morning  
 
Unshutter closed windows and clear away the fog of each shuddering pane  
Decloak your ghostly insight to envision his shadow cast in the rain  
The storm brewing is a smoke screen obscuring his true intentions  
To get the last laugh at the end of the day when at last the last day ends