Solution

I think of five seats      
Five      
Such a small number      
And the large elite      
Small      
In mentation      
Not stature      
     
What a sniper bullet      
Or five      
Would do for fear    
Like I said    
Piercing the veil      
Right through five heads      
     
Would it shake the foundation      
Of which you stand fertid      
Knowing      
Indestructibility      
Is an illusion      
How time has comforted      
Knowing      
There are more of us than there are of you      
Knowing      
Most in power die      
From those they're closest to      
     
But how delicious      
The fear      
That would spread to the rest of you      
Five bullets      
It is not hope that makes me certain of what that would do      
     
It is history.