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?
Categories:
tyrannis, angst, freedom, violence, war,
Form: Haibun
Virginia is a bread-and-butter woman.
She reckons by the Farmers’ Almanac.
She welcomes you with southern inhibitions,
Then gossips to her friends behind your back.
Virginia goes to church each Sunday morning,
And sings about the gospel’s golden light.
Her business with the pastor needs no mention,
Except that she’s the minister’s delight.
Virginia’s is a complicated history.
Her family tree has dark and tangled roots.
Her forebears helped defend the Old Dominion
From Yankees and discrimination suits.
Virginia has prescriptions for her symptoms.
The treatment is expensive to maintain.
Her daddy owns a pharmacy in Leesburg,
So Ginny has no reason to complain.
Virginia never had a favorite lover.
She handled every paramour the same.
She’d coyly tease their egos’ false assumptions,
And trample on their feelings like a dame.
Sic semper tyrannis.
Categories:
tyrannis, allegory,
Form: Lyric
April 15th, 1865,
The cries of America went out,
We lost the gentle giant that worked to hold the threads of our country together.
Our American Cousin was the last that he heard,
Except for the cries of his killer,
“Sic Semper Tyrannis!”
The consolation we receive is the hangings of four,
And the life sentences of a few more.
A parade of a corpse that’s losing its form,
The way for people to remember you, even those that may scorn.
We may not all have loved him, but even the fools realize
When he was gone it opened our eyes.
Without him, we had slavery,
Without him, we had a different life.
Without him, we had division and strife.
The Civil War killed many, but at least we had someone who recognized what was right.
Goodbye Mr. President,
Thank you for the time well served.
Goodbye Mr. President,
A bullet in your head and hole in America’s heart is not what a man like you deserved.
Categories:
tyrannis, america, death, history,
Form: Free verse
Booth. How you hated the Union.
The end of suffrage you so despised.
One in the brain of the great orator.
Death in the theatre.
Sic Semper Tyrannis.
Categories:
tyrannis, history
Form: Free verse