Dictator Successor Dictator

DICTATOR – SUCCESSOR - DICTATOR Absolute power lies in his hands, How his chest expands! How long does a Dictator last, This era should now Become the past. His greedy ego, Should not be fed, The people all agreed and said, His hedonistic ways, Have left him But a few days. They all know, That he must go, His spies advise That he lays low. The masses, the army, The man in the street, Ready to march, Bringing thousands of feet, So angry, so vengeful, So ready, so united Everything’s planned, It has been decided. A coup erupts, The Dictator’s out, A unanimous decision Which carried clout, And in his place Comes a cunning clone, Who assertively says All the land is his own! The hearts of the masses Immediately sink, How stupid Were they ever to think, A clone, accomplice To the Dictators deeds, But fully aware , Of the people’s needs, Would be re-active, Sensitive and sane of mind Not so – Clone and Dictator were one of a kind.