The Princes of the Paupers

If I could take this excess life and harness it then you wouldn’t sleep thirsty tonight.
Where I live there is such a thing as too much good.
You can find it on the ground or in the wrong colored trash bin.
I’d take this infernal machine and blow it up with its own blood so you could sleep sound.
I’d tear down all that touches the sky and all who wish to at the expense of you.
Cities would be flattened. The villages would rise.