POETIC JUSTICE

POEM

A nauseating smell of a

dead rat pervaded the atmosphere

across the nook and cranny

of the country.

The tyrant sensed a certain defeat

at the hands of the raging soldiers of

the rival nation to conquer him,

and annex his nation to their country.

He went out of his palace incognito

ditching his consorts, children, loyalists

and took flight to an erstwhile friendly

nation, unfortunately for him

that nation denied permission to land the

plane in that country .

A visibly shaken, shocked and panicky tyrant was

at a loss to land the plane elsewhere.

It flew around and around until it 

ran out of fuel

and ultimately nosedived

into a desert and consigned to flames.

The victorious neighbouring

nation entered the palace

and upon  watching the

tyrant’s helpless and frightened

consorts, children and loyalists who were

bowing down before  the soldiers

who were granted amnesty and asylum……