The Dictator
They say if you drop pennies
from a skyscraper you can crack
open someones head.
Handfull of change im looking over the
edge.
Theres a woman leant up,
against the building.
I like this power
my name in lights
her life
in my hands
I hold my coin over the edge
im ready for the shock
the pain, the anguish,the suffering
and she could never even know
they'll all know soon though
i drop it and wait for the screams
its strange how quick the human body goes limp
her head didnt crack but shes dead
i can tell from how she hit the ground.
i dont feel any guilt
just power
i controlled her fate
like some kind of cruel god
ruling over them all
and my reign will be bloody.
Copyright © Kieran Simons | Year Posted 2019
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