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.