Thief

I am like a thief who is afraid of the dark,
of the deathly silence, the gnarly dogs’ bark.

I scourge for wealth in the day, never venture out in the night,
when the darkened souls awaken, ravenous and hungry for a fight.

They call it a revolution, an uprising, a spring.
It is but a war, a heinous mutiny, against our beloved king.

This too shall pass, to such storms, we leaders do not sway.
And when the blinding day comes again, we shall make them pay !