I stood tall Upon rock I spoke truth Gave hope Saviour I took charge For good I worked hard Grew strong Leader I ruled wisely Preserved peace I cracked down Purged enemies Protector I deserve riches Bow down I am immortal ...who’s there... Tyrant!
I can think of many who have followed the path of this poem. I like your logic and clarity regarding the dangers involved with the corruption of power. In my experience real life tyrants are much more subtle about these methods. Any poem against tyranny is a good poem.
Sad to think that one who starts out receiving recognition because of their good deeds and ability to lead, can end with the corrupted belief that they are entitled to and shamelessly expect that admiration.
Are we doomed to be forever flawed by greed and need for power?
Is it really going to take another 20 centuries for humankind to be just and civil.
Thank you for posting a very thought provoking poem.
Last Edit: Mar 8, 2014 21:44:08 GMT -8 by jeannerené
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.