Tuesday 21 May 2013

Tyrants come Tyrants Go,Where? We all Know... History!


Tyrants come, tyrants go,
they blow, erupting words of fire,
Volcano!
Spouting; Red hot rhetoric,
Hatred; are they sick?

Weapons firing in the air,
Where bullets of hate land? they don't care.
Spreading hate in tyrannical rage,
banging fists upon their stage.

Hating, Ranting Tyrant, roaring Bull,
Giving us a good earful.
The flag of hate is flying high,
woe betide those who don't comply.

War is declared, many die,
many maimed, many cry.
The Tyrants ranting days soon done,
killed in anger, by bomb or gun.

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