Tyrant
You who perniciously perpetuate
In your own timely image
In a changing, disastrously dangerous world
You reap momentary satisfaction
Millions of blind, awe-struck hangers-on
Whose eerie interpretation is often mistook
Now you deceptively sway them
Tomorrow someone will slay them
As each tempo or rhythm separates
Copyright © Arthur Weil | Year Posted 2017
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