Clowns cry out Angerously

 
Nonsense doth decry all that is the essence of benevolence?
When snakeish and egotistical buffoons cry out angerously
If a just and societal sharing perforce takes away a tithe of
Excess gained through the exploitation of the fellow man
Surely makes them rage like a beast against darkening clouds
They deserve it more; no matter the gloomy cost to common good
So they shall have it now, but not long; for this bitter dance of tears
Enters its final movement and when the motion stops, so it rains
The world cleans away long ages of fault; renews to better design
Scents the globe in a precious arousal of the senses called compassion