To His Bitter End

 

To His Bitter End

Like so many before, his fate is sealed, to the end, in such bitterness fought,

His rage bred within, the wicked ferment of crimes, in hatred sorely bought.

As the truth is denied, rendered down, and twisted, into each deceitful lie,

And all honesty is drowned, in animosity, cascading down, out of the sky.

Lies built on lies, like tiny streams growing, to become raging rivers bound,

As each storm, is fed by political acrimony, flowing out of darkness found.

With resentment incubating, within each mind, creating ill-founded thought,

Of empty illusions, hope bringing certain death, so numb, in malice caught.

As he raises large armies, fueled by fanciful heroic dreams, to perish in vain,

His wealth paid full, in pain, and heartache, the misery of others, obtained.

His kingdom built on fear, the unquenchable thirst, while he lusts for more,

And less, less for those who suffer, his Orc soldiers, bred for each brutal war.

Still the storm does not abate, as each gust suckles, on the blood of others,

His corrupt regime, burdened with short life, by the state of factory mothers.

Money for guns, while the citizens starve, their sorry lives not worth living,

Milked of everything they can give, forced into the miserable state of giving.

Living in squaller, while the wealthy live, in their parallel state, often cursed,

In the soft underbelly, growing fatter and fatter, their bubble sure to burst.

Certain to be devoured, ravaged by the persistent worms, that he has bred,

As freedoms lion roars, and fate wins the war, victory erasing all the dread.

And history resets, then the resolutions begin to flow, for all conflict to end,

The thought of which, leaving a bitter taste, to his horrid legacy condemned.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (May 2024)