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.