Ok this one took 15 minutes o.o

Those humble servants,
Thee monsters of greed.
Gold be the devil, thee servants
Be the observant,
shiners and polishers.
What stone is to be prized without
The likeliness of cowards and the ill.
Take yer own sword and use your own might,
Fight,
the evil and carve your own.

No writing deserves its presence under
Shiny light.
All those who deem it,
Deem nothing but a thought.
Of just man and none more
Then a scam.

Promise me this will change.
Liars shall be no kings.