Take no prisoners

It’s that take no prisoners attitude,When the burning bush has burnt down,That leaves people dragging behind,The kings get anointed their crowns,While the peasants breathe in dirt from the ground,Expelled by the hooves of the down trodden,The spores of the rich infecting the lungs of the poor,A head of thoughts not diamonds but mutton,And the infection grows deeper,That red faced man with a fever,Is the sign of a poor thinker,Sweating salty tears;Only richer.