Wednesday, March 2, 2022

The Tyrant



Upon the bodies of the innocent, 


the children, the women and the men, 


climbed the tyrant blind and drunk 


with power in delusions of grandeur - 


mass slaughter; 


Conquest conquered in destruction 


abound buried in graveyards 


of crying sound.




The tyrant would rather see his people 


starve than to swallow his pride of glory; 


too much of a coward to ever brave 


the truth, a legacy of violence drenched 


in blood and gloom - the blood of 


innocents; 


Empty conquests sending his people and 


future generations starving in shame to 


their doom.





Why have standards fallen so low? Where is the sense of honor and duty? There is no win or salvation in the shame of dishonor and indecency....