Sic Semper Tyrannus
Contributed by
slayer_015
on
Sunday, 28th March 2004 @ 11:17:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
political
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He sits staring into the vastness,
Smirking.
His armies are worn but victorious,
The day is his,
Finally.
In his eager mind he is king,
No one else exists.
The battlefield is still smoking,
The stink of rotting flesh and stale blood,
Permeates the air.
He laughs in Hitler-esque horror,
Looking at the globe.
He picks his quarry.
He hears the multitude crying,
"Hail to the conqurer!"
His army moves again,
Time worn and battlefatigued,
They stand proud,
Always ready for one more charge.
Their flag is torn and battered,
But still waving in the breeze,
Red on white and royal blue with,
Fifty embrodiered fallen stars,
Their luster has faded.
Democracy is dying,
The time for imperialists has returned,
The sun now rises in the west,
And the would-be emperor smiles again,
As that thought grips his dreaming mind.
Now,amid the halfhearted cheers,
He hears a small but clear whisper,
He listens closely and hears a phrase,
A simple phrase,
A historic phrase,
"Sic semper tyrannus"
He wakes screaming,clammy,and scared,
To men in black suits shaking him,
Yelling,
Mr. President,
Mr. President,
You were dreaming,
Wake up!!
Wake up!!
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