A Pope
Brings forth hope
But a kaiser
Spews hate and horror
A Pope
Spreads peace
In the north, south, west and east
But a prideful mope like a squalid dope
Spits horrors and terrors
And starts fights and wars
A peaceful person de-escalates
But a belligerent bully booms, inflates
And explodes like a lost missile
Which acts like a cussed imbecile
A real leader
Never follows an oppressor
Yet a follower is a master loser
Who lies about everything
Even when the sun is shining
A Pope
Offers love and hope
But a loser displays no compassion
No sympathy and no comprehension.
Copyright © April 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Living under a dictator won’t be all that bad.
Most won’t even miss any of the rights that they had.
But oops! Here they come for your high-powered gun.
They’ve just about convinced you, it will be safer for everyone,
especially now that all those murderous immigrants are gone.
dictator is in place
bit coins are pushed down our throats
the treasury is empty
gold is obsolete
corruption is the game
dictator determines the new world order
no one says anything
he owns the supreme court
money, money, money,
greed, greed, greed
billions for a plane
for a dictator
world order is as corrupt as it has ever been
the rich get richer, the poor get poorer
no one says a thing
watching greed take over, killing us not so softly
Surrounded by his weapons
they’re all that he has left
Of happiness and love
his rotting soul is long bereft
Obsessed with dreams of grandeur
a kingdom in his reach
He hides inside a fortress
fearing always of a breach
Will his food be poisoned?
Will it be his drink?
The paranoid dictator lives
each moment on the brink
Sic semper tyrannis thus always to tyrants. Rebel rebel rebel ! Storms of rebellion topple his brutal regime capture the capital, Damascus liberation celebration. His brutal regime…millions fled for their lives while squashed beneath his iron fist thousands flee who stood by him as his subject's writhe and perish ‘neath chemicals unleashed. Luxury, an extensive car collection rarest of Ferrari’s, Lamborghini Diablo and Rolls-Royce there in his obscenely opulent palace while nine out of ten live in destitute fleet discovered models of his choice. His brutal regime new-found freedom explores an opulent residence torture chambers crumble, captive return to your loved ones as rebels seize the nation’s reigns asylum granted to an ousted leader. Bashar al-Assad in Moscow Assad has fled his country
see how it settles
upheaval with no clear path~
‘tis heaven or hell?
The train fled through forlorn forests
Emerging on the stormy steppes
It crossed the raging ravine waters
Up the rugged crags it crept.
I was on that midnight journey
Seeking you to join your cause
I felt your honor and your yearning
Your defiance of unjust laws
(chorus)
Your example was the spark
And as long as you stay true
The torch will light up in the dark
And I'll follow you
Through the shadows of the city
I searched each alley, every street
Whispers told of your bravery
How you stood, did not retreat
Near dawn, I finally found you
Eyes aflame with steadfast fire
You said, "The old ways can yet renew"
"To real freedom we shall aspire."
(chorus)
Your example was the spark
And as long as you stay true
The flames will rise within the dark
And I'll follow you
(bridge)
We'll gather the despairing souls
Ignite the hope that once was lost
We'll strive to reach our righteous goals
No matter what the cost
We'll cut the tentacles of the beast
We'll tear the web that entangles all
See the silver sunlight in the east
They will rise, hear freedom's call.
The face of tyranny hides in the dark
Waiting in silence with a watchful eye
Strategically vying to hit its mark
Autocracies born as Democracies die
Misinformation is the soup of the day
A dictator's plan to keep us divided
To ensure that our freedom is here to stay
It's up to citizens to stand united
When you are too cool,
And we are dangerously fool!
When you are too good,
And we are mistakenly rude!
When you are going to forgive,
And we are going to dive in the ocean of deceitful bliss!
When you erroneously allow us to speak,
And we are going to attack you at your peak!
You call us "the collaborators",
You kill us by the disgraceful gladiators,
You keep us safe by biased words,
You provide us bliss with the disguised curse.
Until you live long in the blissful hell,
Until you confine us in the glorious jail,
Until you can be refined in your guilty conscience,
Until you rebuke us for our misguided sense.
We are united as your crown is denied,
We are guilty as you are still our guide.
We are ashamed that we didn't know our mind,
That is why you can still rule us and deride.
Anonymously I remain faceless in a soundproof booth when dictators reign
Unforgivable leader guiltless non-truths, I’ll hide from the suffering in vain
God willing I’ll move unseen unknown like the Beowulf poet wounded within
Underhanded sinful strife crushing the heavens with tunes of a sad violin
Sonnets I’ll write of undecided weak given into evil who’ll willfully applaud
The fifty percent who stood divided, if fifty fifty then there is no room for God
On The Verge
Beady eye, horse riding dictator
Replacing peace with violence
Using conventional weapons against
A sovereign, democratic nation
His wanderlust and ideologic hatred
Remain unabated
Now beginning to see non-edible mushrooms
Rising in the sky
On the verge of world war
Inevitable retaliation
Fire, destruction, and death globally
Nuclear winter to follow
No winner
Senseless
Destruction of our world
Ageing dictator
The dictator is entering old age
his face is taken the appearance of a shrunken apple
but he still likes to look masculine.
Sitting wide-legged in a suit that is too tight.
He is not able to hide the beginning of a girth
he finds this annoying and swims several times a day.
He reads a lot but often draws the wrong conclusion
his anger toward the west is understandable
the broken promises of NATO and the USA
fills him with wroth he regards this as a lack of respect
for his beloved Russia.
The war in Ukraine is to say, will you respect me now?
Stakeholders" cartels, oligarchs are beneficiaries of corruption.
The people and the institutions are occupied with their interests.
Corruption is the main cause of the economic wrack and ruin.
Honest people end up on the gallows.
In Pakistan Honesty is the worst Policy.
The Dictator became Kali.
He kept everything under control through his multiple arms.
He was associated with destruction and death.
He systematically destroys, to allegedly keep the world (his world) in order.
He like Kali has seven (malicious) tongues.
He has Seven Commandments:
-In politics, pure force is the only winner.
-Violence must be the principle.
-Cunning and hypocrisy have to be the rule.
-Evil is the only way of achieving good.
-We must not stop at corruption.
-We must encourage deception and betrayal.
-The end always justifies the means.
Putin
They started it let the cat out of the bag
It's in a ferocious mood after being confined
Imagine how you'd feel kept in a tied-up sack
Now the feral cat wants revenge and gets it
Rampaging this way and that killing eating
Quenching its blood lust till spent
Not stopping till the job is done
And the cat is at peace
No longer prodded poked kicked
Ridiculed laughed at in a sack
She's free now and will remain so
Even if it means doing what she does
With claws and teeth and other things
Keep an eye out for her approaching
Only the cat knows whose next
The first dictator used his opposable thumbs,
to break the thumbs of those who opposed him.
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