All the world's pretty theories crash to earth at last, brought down
By homicidal DNA. Democracy becomes a joke as office seekers,
Two-bit whores, become the slaves of oligarchs, who help them
To remain employed by paying for the lies which win them votes
From their so-called employers, dullards who have empty minds.
The marketplace, allegedly the scene of cutthroat competition,
Soon descends to domination by a brace of giant firms. Conversely,
When the people rise and seize control of capital, their leaders
Shoulder them aside. They find themselves exploited in the same
Ways they had been. The churches beg for contributions,
Promising their paths into assorted sorts of paradises, even as
Their pervert leaders bugger boys and girls alike, consigning
Them to hell. The lure of ideology, so pure, like freshly laundered
Garments, hangs above an outhouse hole. It never stays aloft for

Long. The clothesline breaks, and what seemed nice at first takes
On the smell of shit. A system's such a wondrous thing, but none
Can overcome the will to dominance which humans have.

They're monsters driven without reason by their DNA.