Shadow Over the Republic

President Vučić

He strolls through the night

Behind the clouds hides the moonlight

Travelling through the graffitied alleys

Discolored talons gash symbols of the rallies

Dragging behind a heavy train of shadows

With each step, another neck to the gallows

Within his jacket flap lies a black rose

Concealing the putrid odor, smirking for he knows

Rats turn to flee for shelter in the sewer drains

Blood-stained teeth strike fear in the waking brains

The black fog's stench slithers with dreariness

Covering the cathedral's walls in a veil of wickedness

Feasting off the festering carcass of the fallen

Gorging on the flesh as they are still crawling

Escaping his throat leaves a haughty moan

As he savors the death, an expression of stone

*2nd installment to the Serbian Revolution trilogy