Wall of Increasingly Louder, Murderous Thugs:

There on this wall are your ugly mugs

The faces of loud and murderous thugs

Ugly not so much on the outside

Where each of you preen with a bit of pride

But worse, there is that inside ugly

The kind that allows you to think thuggery

Is some semblance of governance

That makes you better than providence

As you strip away a people’s humanity

And blame it on your quarrel with divinity