The Falling of Another Empire
A nasty, string of wood carvings
Bellowing scripted atrocities
Successfully distracting the masses.
The village idiot has risen to power
Playing the part with inflated lungs of egotism
Against the backdrop of looming globalism.
Greedy, seedy, needy, speedy, targets
Of wasted life in the hot sand.
He tries to build a castle
Only to have it blown away by the dry wind.
Dry wind, the bad breath of evil
The falling of another empire.
Copyright © Robert Denton | Year Posted 2017
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