Saturday, July 3, 2010

Sore Throat Lots Of Phlegm Fever

The Great Dictator Rales


found an empire of bloodshed,
before you fell down the story and petticoats, piety
shot without any trace of hope
and raise to the rank poison of the soul, oh
dictator.

"Save the homeland," shouted
alienated even without parental
asked if he would be saved by your military hand
stained synonymous with death and disgust, oh
dictator.

gave birth to a nation of terror and half-sleep,
were consecrated churches and tearing down schools,
and bolted it closed all borders
to be alone with your flock of sheep, oh
dictator.

You wanted a love that would satisfy your ego
and never found a sad mausoleum
bird
a latrine, a monument,
in ruins, to the glory of fear, oh
dictator.

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