Inscrutable torrents of history shall crush
one who ignores the lessons in his greedy rush;
the despot’s obsession to subjugate others
shall tear his own humanity into tatters.
For power bloats his overweening vanity,
corrodes the last trace of his tarnished dignity,
deludes his ego with invincibility,
convinces him of his own immortality.
There’s hardly a cure, healing or deliverance
from such madness and malady, such pestilence;
his crime neither torture nor death can recompense,
his is an onerous sin, a heinous offense.
But this creature, stripped of his mask, shall fall apart;
for pomp and vainglory hide a sham, hollow heart;
indeed, it’s neither an overwhelming army
nor a pillaging horde that’s his worst enemy,
but himself, a cowering canine forced to crawl
in the labyrinthine recesses of his soul;
his nightmares terrorize him, he is stunned and blind,
and so slowly the germs of fear feast on his mind.
And he shall crack and crumble to his inglorious end
as all his limp lapdogs scamper scared round the bend.
But slaying him will be an act of rewarding;
vengeful Justice demands endless agonizing.
Until life and dying and deat finally die;
day of reckoning, flaming, fuming clouds swirl by.