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.