The Real Tyrant
In years, the real tyrant in any country is gross bigotry
It's like a rope that strangles the will to be free
It's like a poison that kills the heart of one's volition
It's like a potion that sways the whim of one's emotion
If on heaven's will I shall have the chance to live again
I'll not choose to be born in a land full of disdain
June 16, 2023
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2023
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