Monday, October 15, 2007

Dictator’s moral

Life is all glory, without pain there is no gain
Historians and philosophers hold the reign
While the poor unsullied man wriggles only in pain
Can they make him to believe only in pain there is a gain?
While ceremony and parsimony spoken loud
Suffering souls becoming like passing clouds
Hegemony plays the role with loud applause
The authoritarian steps his feet, firm and stout.
The shine is brightly lit across the horizon
But the ways are blocked by unlawful denizens
The ruling autocracy hiding behind the look, brazen
Knowing by preserving their might, they are risen.

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  1. Hey Cyclopseven I learned a new word today from this poem. I had to look up "hegemony" :)
    I didn't know you did rhymed verse as well so this was really unique coming from you. It's the same the world over with government is it not?

  2. Thank you Janice. Occasionally I do try rhymed verses, but still not as good as many out there.