Tyrant Poems - Poems about Tyrant

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 ...

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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...

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Trump most notorious, dirty Donald Enjoyed many young ladies he fondled ...

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Under his bum, girl. Under his bottom, girl. That is where you must stay. Nose up his butt, or thought a ****. Forced to stay under his bum. All covered up. Or be thought a ****. The sun never shines, on your skin, because you are covered up. If you show some skin, men like him, will call you a ****. Still they...

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