Some say with great haste
"Thus always are tyrants defaced"
But manifest our reflection:
A cruel dictator's face.
I'm doling ire to others
You'll be slow to discover
That we're part of no race
No last, no first place
So give alms to your sisters
Lend a hand to your brothers
Because if we don't we'll discover
That though one despot's displaced
There'll soon be another.
So let's obviate our disgrace
And eliminate this chase
So that all of us, our friends,
Cand come up from the under.
And we'll be a patchwork of people gazing
Into the sunset of a better tomorrow.
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