Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.17.154.155

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

The Death of a Despot

By Elton Camp

Eternal vigilance is said to be the price of liberty
It’s also the price of despotism as we just did see

Eventually, even ones a dictator does bully or hire
Get their fill and against him they will conspire

He who lives in such luxury and power on one day
May suddenly find his life has moved another way

Neither fancy cars nor the most elegant of palace
Help when he must drink from the poisoned chalice

The despot flees to his hometown for his protection
Thinking there he will prove able to avoid detection

When the avengers come about to pound on his door
He desperately tries to escape the fate he does abhor

So many others he has killed without any pity at all
It’s different when on him the Grim Reaper does call

His caravan is attacked as it sweeps grandly along
The despot shouts, “What’s wrong?  What’s wrong?”

Into a concrete pipe underneath the road he will dive
In a last-ditch effort that he might somehow stay alive

“Don’t shoot me, my sons,” he does fearfully cry
But it is on that dreaded day he finds he must die

Perhaps the wisest ancient writings he should have read
It tells the killer it is by man that his blood will be shed

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required