Tyranny digs its own grave
I met a tyrant going to the fair
I enquired may I taste your ware?
The answer I received took me little by surprise:
“You wear my colours, but cannot hide
your true hues that you keep inside
so I will throw you in jail
and lose the key.
While you scream and wail
my laughter will be heard
around the land
while you rot in this hell
for ignoring my command.”
Disdain and dismay at the tyrant’s display
were replaced by calm and peace
as I watched him dig his own grave
with lies, hate and evil doings
surrounded by all who him surveyed
and grew to despise this horrible beast
who lied and bought, and bought and lied
until at last the digging was over
he collapsed inside and died.