I SPEAK OF A TYRANT
I speak of a tyrant
Whose cruelty ebbs not
Whose acts of predicaments recognizes no truce
The joy of the people
Simply call it insipid
Thy faith is lost
I speak of a tyrant
The despicable sapiens
The whisper of pain
Under despotic rule
Say to him no hero
Proclaim to him curses
I speak of a tyrant
Who celebrates his Pyrrhic victory
After decades of killings
Some sayeth he stands a savvier
Me sayeth he perhaps a murderer
He that taunted our souls
I speak of a tyrant
Who death only can topple
A biped beast
A sensible least
Who cares not their need
Just to feast
I SPEAK OF A TYRANT
