Now are the might fallen

Story poem in rhyming quatrains

Now are the mighty fallen.

 

Brass trumpets blare triumphantly.

Competing with the kettle drums.

The crowds proclaiming loyalty.

To bid their new ruler welcome.

 

But that was many years ago.

The scene is different today.

That is because the people know

there has to be a better way.

 

They are down trodden and oppressed.

The few rule the majority

and swiftly act to quell protest.

With unashamed brutality.

 

Dictators try to rule by force.

They are too blind to recognise

 although they kill without remorse

A generation will arise.

 

Prepared to fight for liberty

The numbers growing day by day.

You can’t rely on loyalty

From men prepared to fight for pay..

 

The peoples will is paramount.

As you will find to your dismay

When they call you to account.

There is no doubt that you will pay.

 

 

The penalties decided by

 an international court of law

Incarceration 'til you die

The verdict we are looking for.

 

Though you may claim you’re innocent

Of crimes attributed to you

When you were the President

Your protestations don’t ring true.

 

Accumulated evidence.

Prove beyond all doubt your guilt.

You very presence an offence.

Because of all the blood you spilt.

 

Though some believe that you should die.

I much prefer imprisonment

To watch long years crawl slowly by

 a longer lasting punishment.

 

Execution is far too quick

We need to see you suffering

Whilst you grow old and weak and sick.

No longer treated like a king.

 

Friday, 07 October 2011

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Reviews

[Greg the Bard]

There is nothing I can say. This to the point and very well posed. I just wonder if it will ever come to pass about a country that is supposed to be free.