Tyranny digs its own grave

I met a tyrant going to the fair
I enquired may I taste your ware?
The answer I received took me little by surprise:
“You wear my colours, but cannot hide
your true hues that you keep inside
so I will throw you in jail
and lose the key.
While you scream and wail
my laughter will be heard
around the land
while you rot in this hell
for ignoring my command.”

Disdain and dismay at the tyrant’s display

were replaced by calm and peace

as I watched him dig his own grave

with lies, hate and evil doings

surrounded by all who him surveyed

and grew to despise this horrible beast

who lied and bought, and bought and lied

until at last the digging was over

he collapsed inside and died.

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