Short Despots Poems
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Tyrants, Despots and Dictators
remember it never ends well for tyrants, despots and dictators
4-13-22
Contest: Bite Size Poem No. 42
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Keeping the lights on using your children's future as fuel
Give despots destruction on demand
Nuclear wastelands and contaminated land
Desperate nations damning your descendants to nuclear decay
Before dawn,
the world breathless~
heartbeats
become tethers
to the whims of fate
and old dreams
flying
out of reach.
Fickle
fate holding
our fortunes
hostage to power~
meager money eked out
from
minions of despots.
There is more than the top music hit list
Despots armed with a lethal poison twist
Some say come down to their level
Disguised, distort as the devil
Or just do nothing if you get my gist.
Entered 'Hit List' Contest
Sponsor Joe Maverick 25/1/2023
E-dging ever closer to a
u-niversal link between the
p-eople who oppose all
h-ateful despots who encroach
o-n precious freedoms be they
r-ight or left wing motivated spectres
i-n a world that watches daily with abhorrence
a-t the "moderates" who look the other way
E-dging ever closer to a
u-niversal link between the
p-eople who oppose all
h-ateful despots who encroach
o-n precious freedoms be they
r-ight or left wing motivated spectres
i-n a world that watches daily with abhorrence
a-t the "moderates" who look the other way!
Defense of freedom
takes a courage
rare and dearly won
Through wars endured
with tyrants scourged
and despots on the run
The words in place
by Founders Ink
on parchment
closely held
As children roam
the halls of light
with precepts
— deeply felt
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Is it really to hard to imagine
It can if we don’t turn up for wars
Let the leaders and despots
Settle their own arguments and scores
Tell them they can no longer use us
We won’t do it like we have done before
Let’s no longer fight but focus on healing
Mankind’s wounds, scars and open sores.
There was once a MAN;
An Iroko in a forest of shrubs,
A dew pond in a desert.
There was once a MAN;
A moral compass in a world
Where power is noble,
And greed a creed.
There was once a MAN;
He silenced the gun,
Shattered prison bars,
Ascended the throne, armed
With love and forgiveness,
And made despots jelly.
There was once a MAN:
NELSON MANDELA!
The poet apologizes to Donovan
Thrown like a fly on the wall
It's sixty years since his last call
Who would have thought we would see
The ending of democracy
When will the Hurdy Gurdy Man, come singing songs of love…
Not learning from histories past
Abdicating power fast
Self-rule is not certainty
Despots don’t serve humanity
When will the Hurdy Gurdy Man, come singing songs of love…
The tyranny of the majority,
democracy oversold
The power of the people to cut and paste,
fat cats in control
‘Oh Ye Of Little Faith’ we are,
like rats inside a maze
Our government serving to best itself,
entitlement ablaze
The curtain rises for one last act,
this play now eons old
As despots steal the final scene
—where freedom’s bought and sold
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)