Niddala, by Amory McKeever

We're not friends anymore

I told my enslaved magic Jinn 

Do everything I tell you,

or I swear you'll go back in

Give me everything I ask for,

and all the riches in the vault 

Make sure my lovers smell like jasmine,

and that my crown never faults

Promise my storehouse never famines,

and my powers reach beyond the walls 

Make my legend match my ego,

and pictures of me line every hall 

Never look past my evil grin,

and don't ever question your master 

Don't you see that me finding you,

was such an obvious disaster

The Disenfranchised, by Amory McKeever

There’s no comfort 

In knowing there’s no comfort 

And it’s no wonder 

We’re sowing no wonders 

Just plow it all under 

Our land is so sundered 

Grows only more hunger 

More pain and more suffer 

More fighters but less lovers 

More babies but less mothers 

In a world like no other 

Now I’m no hero 

In pointing out there’s no heroes 

The sky is no safer 

There are no talking snakes 

Lightning has no maker 

A missing rib with no taker 

Playing roulette with no stakes 

In a car with no brakes 

Headlong into the lake 

Shackled to such weight 

Angel’s always too late 

To save us from our fate 

Our heaven has no gates 

The dirt spares no name