Tyranny By Any Means


Tyranny by Any Means

Confused, not quite sober yet,
His face flat whenever he was drunk,
He fell face down, blood wet.
The son of a dynasty, more like punks.

He knew little of history,
But his colleagues in his Administration
Advised him into that mystery
That became infamous Towers’ demolition.

When he laughed, few men laughed.
He said, “We are among the rulers,
the wealthiest.” Everyone clapped.
Comfortable among mass killers and plunderers.

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