The Dictator
The Dictator
The Earth once echoed with his shouts;
Now He is silent.
Mankind once trembled at his feet.
Now he is called mad.
He once ruled Kings;
Now his own country has forsaken him.
All is gone;
His lips are silent now.
Silent as the tomb.
It doesn't matter now, if he won or lost.
He is silent;
Who fears him now?
He is forgotten;
Who fears his voice; or his sword?
His great speeches have all ended;
The rest is left to God.
Maybe his cries are heard in Hell.
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