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 now a horror show
He greeted a known villain
with a welcome mat of red
As countless bombs rained on Ukraine
and innocents lie dead
He stands against democracy
a puppet and a fool
Schmoozing with the devil
he is Putin’s favorite tool
So now it’s all left up to us
to stop this fascist swing
For we, the People, will not serve
a tyrant or a king
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.
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 can he face.
A tyrant may have had a better course
In selling shirts upon a dusty street;
Immersed in simple love, and not in force,
With friends around him, children at his feet.
The vacant glamor of a wretched life,
Forever fearing for a sudden knife.
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
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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?
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.
God hate oppression
Sending vile, curse in one's life,
Revolting through knife.
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
I'll not choose to be born in a land full of disdain
June 16, 2023
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 of us defer to her
Even the gargoyles at the top of buildings lower their eyes
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 morality?
Believe that the world’s people have dignity?
Does he fail to see that the Ukrainians have
A right to their elected national sovereignty?
Truth is, Vladimir Putin is evil personified
Like Stalin and Hitler –remember they died!
written March 3, 2022
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 are entitled to live
And not be a slave.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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 I be regretful in my fall?
My Tyrant I Silent soon will call,
To a dreamy eclipse which radiate.
They weep before I nuance my fate.
At the heavenly edge of it all,
I am that very creature you recall.
In the depths of the fierce stars,
I’ll deepen thy wretched scars.
Sigh to me and leave no more,
For time shall give all and leave.
Only love will wither yet restore
That wound you recall and relieve.
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 every beat and every thought
Love did not mislead me, my own swollen desire for love was my conductor
I've seen the love that could be
A love so pure
It could kill the hate in any heart
A love so Luring
That I
Have become the fly in the web of fate
Oh to be free
I have requested death's presence
But she also mocks me
She tramples on what is left
She's leaves me with a stillness
A shortness of breathe
But she never takes me
She says my fate is not to die
But to find the strength within the mind where the Devine resides
So I wait and I wait
Not to parish but to find a key that will unlock the clasps that restrict my freedom
No I will not parish
So I wait
R.K.H
She is such a weirdo cat!” The four year old child said.
The family laughed, encouraging this behavior.
Egged on he kept trying out more disparaging words.
His audience roared, loving the effect they had on him.
He became a tyrant by the age of five.
Making other kindergarteners cry
Calling them “weirdo, fat, stupid” and “ugly.”
Tried hard to make friends but that did not happen.
Trump most notorious, dirty Donald
Enjoyed many young ladies he fondled
- President he became
Perks were just not the same
From debaucherous acts he absconded
30th August 2020
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