Tyrant Poems

Schmoozing with the Devil

Some call him Mr. President 
some call him Mr. Trump
Now he also will be known 
as Putin’s little chump

He’s broken every oath he took
each word he speaks, a lie
He whispers words of secrecy
just like a Russian spy

The leaders all around the world 
now see him as a foe
Still in awe, of how a jewel 
is

The Day the Chains Were Broken

No trumpet blew, yet thunder came,
From streets once hushed, now lit with flame.
A tyrant's crown was cast away,
By barefoot hearts who dared to stay.

The Soul of a Tyrant

A tyrant, though he’s feared, he also fears:
A symmetry of horror unites them all.
Unleashed, a dragon that forever nears,
And he, as all the rest, it soon may maul.
A tyrant rides a tiger, yet he knows
It is not love that keeps him in that place;
And that which comes, it just as swiftly goes;
The claws of retribution

a 'tyrant-a-sour-ass' rump

be...
in charge
of...the playground now...

and...cries "it's my ball"...
threats
to...

all...
in range
of...a spoiled childs cries...

any good job i ever worked had its
applicant tests for such as relevant
personality and intellectual traits,
technical experience and knowledge

t-rumps's only test was of his greed and bull levels


len

Three Stars Over Syria

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.

POWER

Power
Your ability 
Not to be abused
But to be used
Productively 
Creatively and positively.

Knowledge 
Is power 
Learn a craft 
Not witchcraft 
To possess
What belongs to others.

Power very deceitful 
Don't let it ruin you
But reign you
Into victory not tyrant
Glorifying your maker
He who bestowed it unto you.

Beware the Tyrant

Tyrants fat upon their moon
With untold minions to command...
Knew a diversion would be needed
As malcontent laid waste the land.
They yearn to cast aspersion
By letting forth a hellish storm
Against those of us far far away
With thoughts different from their own.
What about the children?
They shriek about the public square.
We must squash their parents' freedom
To show truly how

Babangida

In this mess, we called a country, the destroyers lived among 
Babangida once terrorized us with Khaki, failures affect all,
Ruled as a tyrant forgetting the future, had power but looted the country, 
A mere servant of a few days, served themselves, retired with stolen wealth 
Hounded men to the gallows for speaking the truth, 
Incensed

The Tyrant

God hate oppression
Sending vile, curse in one's life,
Revolting through knife.

The Real Tyrant

In years, the real tyrant in any country is gross bigotry 
It's like a rope that strangles the will to be free 
It's like a poison that kills the heart of one's volition 
It's like a potion that sways the whim of one's emotion
If on heaven's will I shall have the chance to live again

Wind Is a Tyrant Today

Wind is a tyrant today
Whipping scarves and purses off people
She laughs as some land in mud

Wind is brilliantly in her element
Gloating a bit that she commands the grays
She brings ominous excitement to Chicago’s skyline

Wind cuts through shoulders
Reminding the commuters who the boss is
They begin to button their trench coats. 

Wind is on a tear
The rest

Evil Personified

What could Vladimir Putin ever hope to gain
By his malevolent incursion into Ukraine?
Does he fancy a place in Russia’s history
For causing his neighbors misery and  pain?
Why would he arouse the whole world’s ire
By setting peaceful neighborhoods on fire?
Does he not have enough personal acclaim?
Apparently not, to notoriety he does aspire,

Can Putin not understand human

Tyrant

When I was younger
I felt the world was good
Tyrants were defeated
And things were as they should

But this is not the case
For there will always be
People who want advantage 
As we do see

If you are powerful 
And have the means
You can get your way
Or so it seems

Do we stand up to them
Say you don’t invade 
All

My Tyrant I Silent

I'm weary with trying,
Not steady on my row.
I’m dreary with crying,
Am I wrong to let go?

The paddles I shift soon drag
To a rocky surface, which lag.
This sorrowful place we share,
Perpetuates this longing affair.

Withering souls encompass;
My body consoles an abyss.

I’m ready to let go.
How must I save me?
All when I forgave he,
In sinful trance yet so.

Will

Beautiful Tyrant

I can see the door 
It is not locked, nor is it closed
But to leave this dungeon is impossible
For my chains are strong
These chains that bind us are not made by man, but by something much more sinister 
Oh but I long to be free
Free from the dying heart
Free from the abstract paintings that confine

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