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 


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....