Story of a fascist leader of the past expressed in a poem

 


Story of a fascist leader of the past expressed in a poem

A leader craved a bigger throne,
More power to call entirely his own.
He'd buy people, he'd bend a law,
To crush dissent with cruelest claw.

His heart grew hard, his spirit thin,
A hollow echo from within.
The people starved, their faces gray,
While feasts of greed consumed each day.

His soul, a ruin, dark and deep,
A twisted harvest he would reap.
For power grabbed and wrongly held,
A poisoned story, to be yelled.

With all power clasped in his hand.
His soul turned to dust,
Fueled by avarice and lust,
Destroying his own promised land.


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