ODE TO TYRANT TRUMP

Ode to Tyrant Trump

Upon a gilded throne he sat,
A crown of lies upon his hat.
His voice, a garbled sound that swayed,
And cowards knelt where truths decayed.

With hubris as vast as oceans wide,
He mocked the stars, denied the tide.
He built his walls of trembling stone,
A castle steeped in self alone.

The seeds of arrogance he sowed,
In every boast, his weakness showed.
He thought the world a captive prize,
Yet never saw through his own guise.

The crowd once cheered his hollow might,
And flinched a glance to face the light.
His lies, like rust, began to spread,
Beleaguered, thoughtful, weary heads.

His empire sickened from within,
Betrayed by ego’s ceaseless din.
His loyal pawns leaped to leak,
Unveiled the tyrant’s craven streak.

He stood alone, his mask laid bare,
No glory left, no kingdom’s care.
The echoes of his grand parade,
Became the whispers of charade.

For power gained by fear and scorn,
Is doomed to fall, its veil well torn.
And those who rule with hubris blind,
Find their fate in their own mind.

So squash the tyrant, bound and small,
Consumed by pride, his fatal flaw.
Take heed, unite, his waste to clear,
Find the light and hold it dear.