The Unmasking of Tyranny
The tyrant
feels secure in his redoubt
Amidst his
cabinet of sycophants,
Where all
his cold calculations and rants
Are
applauded. He has the power to flout
Even
pretences of democracy.
None oppose
him who’re generously treated,
The few who
do are swiftly deleted,
Or at least
they’re detained indefinitely.
Yet aquifers
of resentment and fear,
Build
pressure, underground initially,
While the
surface seems superficially
Stable, a
violent rupture’s always near.
The brute
once felled, might circumstance recruit
Not a liberator,
but another brute?
D. A.
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