Tyrants Poems

Hopeful mind

Time's gone, religion's in decline,
Why don't we care about this line?
Used by tyrants, the poor consider it fate,
Do they care about the poor's state?



The night of darkness started soon,
But still shining the brightest moon.
Tyrants swimming in a pool,
Poor watching, feeling cool


Different religions, different rules.
Poor confused, but they are fools.
Horror dreams, horror thoughts,
They are holding charity

A Walk In the Forest

I punched you out for what it was
That small space we call real estate
Beyond the Island of doom the cock doodled at noon
Then I saw that time for you 
Became more urgent 
More urgent than purchase
I saw haunting silhouettes of the people you drove crazy
I punched the clock that took advantage of time
But you blowed

Sea of Tyrants

When you are lost,
 look for the stars.
They share a mission,
lost in time,
lost in graves,
lost in feelings.

Become what you sought out 
to become.
There is more than one 
of you.
But they reside in 
the same body.

Choose wisely
who you befriend.
The world is only cold,
when lost in
someone's hands.

Never abide by regret.
Shade the feeling 
of hatred.
Look away from stems

A Season of Tyrants

In seasons of great tyrants, love is slain.
Despotic virus rules throughout the lands.
Destruction of the millions brings no gain.
Atomic power rests in godless hands,
who have the means to shelter from black rain.

Perhaps the precipice of World War Three.
Once more self-centered masters preach in rage.
Sick people deemed controllers by decree,
power acts of cruelty on life’s stage,
their

Tyrants

An abnormal desire
to scathe and to kill.
If we all let them
they can and they will.

Tyrants, Despots and Dictators

Tyrants, Despots and Dictators

remember it never ends well for tyrants, despots and dictators

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Timendi causa est nescire (Ignorance is the cause of fear).
– Seneca


About two thousand years ago,
when Quintilianus said it
(at least, that’s who gets the credit),
his paradigm was apropos:
the words “Vestis Virum Reddit.”

Garbed in leather, silks, and cotton,
emperors took his words to heart
(at least, they tried to look the part).
While rags for the misbegotten
kept wealth and hoi

Tyrants Walk

Tyrants Walk 

What shall I feed my children? 
The garden is empty, 
the plants have been pulled up. 
The dog, we ate already. 
There are no rats in the traps. 
Instead, they live in the palace, 
where the fence is live wire, 
and the guns shoot the chickens, 
begging for scraps or seed. 

People that

The Tyrants Den

In tribute to Lt. Col. John W. Bell, 
     B24 pilot during WWII.

He was an ace in his flying machine,
Could spiral downward at full speed,
Then pull out and level off just in time,
To touch down safely on the landing field.

Well taught and ready for hostile combat,
Sent off to fight, our freedom

The Son of Tyrants, Part Ii

Reporters swarmed, the rabid jackals,
around my house they made a big crowd,
even harassed my poor old mother
to the point she could barely go out.

I growled loud at more than a few,
got one locked up for trespassing,
thankfully they found other nonsense
and the frenzy wasn’t long-lasting.

But the damage had truly been done,
the internet will never forget,
I was

The Son of Tyrants, Part I

I was born in far Morsania,
a small, backwater Eurasian state,
known to most folk in this wide world
for my grandfather’s prodigious hate.

My given name is Jocefeus,
but I mostly go by Joe these days,
because that tyrant grandpa and I
unfortunately share a name.

I have no real memory of him,
I was a baby when my mom left,
only learned later

I Love Africanamerican Christian Culture: Forgiving Slaveholders and Tyrants

Some serious religious sophomores claim Christ ('Witness' Bluff)
Almost like Columbus: to hit the Other, take their STUFF

Nothing Doing here; I am a Minister of Jesus' Gospel
For the same Reason they fled HERE to Native Indian lands

Catholics to Lord Baltimore's Maryland, Puritans to Massachusetts;
Persecuted Quakers to Penn's America - for debts Kings owed the Admiral

(Indentured white

Tyrants of the Ruling Sun

Tyrants of the Ruling Sun

Let the universe swallow my slaving soul
As the sorrows surround the sinking shoal
The light lingers before it falls on my face
Edacious echoes engulfed will embrace

Sisyphean stars of sadness will defuse
The barbarians of Babylon will bemuse
Silent screams slumber in nomadic night
As the dogmas of deceit deluge in delight

Wandering waves of woe thru

War of Tyrants Part 8 Rejoice

Bright sons and daughters of war
Rejoice for you are now the bringers of light
Vanishing the darkness
Now take life by the hand
Tie the threads of a new upbringing
To be in cold, desolated in the nature of evile
Now we can scream from are vocals of joy
We have escaped the void
The chosen few stood against many
Escaping the deepest

This Is What Tyrants Do, Part 2 of 2

(Victor Hugo fought against the dictator,
first on the barricades, then in scathing
poetry like this - "Souvenir de la nuit du 4".)

She took him to the hearth to warm him up, 
not noticing his legs, already stiff. 
Alas! Our mortal fires can't give back breath 
to those who've felt the icy hand of Death. 
She bent

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