Mr. Dictator,
the venal manipulator
of our future
mind you,
our missiles of anger
are directed to hit your
fortresses
forcing them to crumble down
upon you and your courtiers
your doors of past
your doors of present
your doors of future
all are going to be
shuttered down
all yours escape routes
are sealed
mind you,
our last drops of patience
have dried up
and
the only way left
is hit back
with our backs to
the walls
decades of plunder
decades of squeezing
the essence out of us
like pythons coiling
around its victims
your cruel games should
have a full stop.
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