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Trapped in the desert

The tiger in our homeland
Renown for brutal patting on the back
And deploying and rewarding moles in society
Pampered himself for prevailing equanimity and;
Putting to the end negative forces
Every uprising he lit fire in bosoms.
Destruction was his favorite amusement sport

In a twist of events which only time could tell
No word is sufficient to describe his hellish end

The tiger wept and gnashed his teeth 
Horizon descended to kiss him farewell
Every friend and foe became open desert trap

Dusk greeted him with plastic smile and iron fist
Every living thing withdrew honor, respect and security
Street dogs, tarmac and dust scrambled to taste his blood
Each ghost he created while in power shouted in silence
Reminding him of the brutal pats on the back of friends and foes
Trapped in the desert was payment in own coins

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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