Thursday, 19 April 2012

The Tyrants Come, The Tyrants Go.

Tyrants come, tyrants go,
they blow, words of fire,
Erupting, Spouting; Red hot rhetoric,
Hatred, they're sick.

Weapons firing in the air,
Where bullets of hate land they don't care.
Spreading hate in tyrannical rage,
banging fists upon their stage.

Hating, Ranting Tyrant, roaring Bull,
Gives us all a good earful.
The flag of hate is flying high,
woe betide those who don't comply.

War is declared, many die,
many maimed, many cry.
The Tyrants ranting days soon done,
killed in anger, by bomb or gun.

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