Tyrant Poem by Tom Allport
Tyrant
tyrants come and tyrants go
this particular tyrant didn't no
his life was about to end
not by his fearsome foes
but by his so called fiends
who in turn stabbed away
until his lifeless body [ lay ]
bloodied and still
they then ran away
no more hails [ just silence ]
was it right or was it wrong?
was it murder to be strong
to dispose of a tyrant
who did not belong.
We never seem to learn history's lessons. Nicely penned, Tom. Thanks
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10/13/2025 12:55:00 AM # 1.0.0
A witty rendition set aside for sober refection.................................................................