Death’s Dictator Rendered
Countries and leaders
They coexist in a paradox of “one needs another.”
Power is alike a potent drink
To power’s heads, such intoxicates and corrupts a brother.
Shielding one self through words that justify a blood bath
Words handed over
to the trusting populations……
in order to capture a ticket to power’s seat
with such, promises and trustful actions never do they meet….
A push of a button….
A jab with a verbal knife…..
Strikes another nation.
Through corruptions and anger
derived from ill faded and egocentric power bursts…
Destruction rains over
those that they consider a “rival”.
Walls cutting off roads
to the needless spread of targeting those “others”
defined as the obstruction to their greedy targets of expression
of joyful power intoxication through war and money absorbing actions.
in which a job…
people are recruited from the populous.
Whom the dictator loves to employ…
Soldiers in their “war to their just cause”
the population is brainwashed to oblivion.
Without a true view of who and what they are fighting for….
until the world is shaken and almost rendered “extinct.”
Through these pig headed wars….
A show of strength…..
to hide their weaknesses…
the purge of adversaries…..
ensures their hold to their sword of power.
As memories of those fallen
on their forgotten grave sites….
who remembers a forgotten and misunderstood heart….
on their tombstone…
they place upon it a beautiful flower.
— The End —