Tyranny

Tyranny rides its cloud of conceit
Complete control of what it sees
Not quite.
Illusions of granduer and righteousness
And of almighty fear and "respect"
Reality holds views of hatred and contempt
And thoughts of cold revenge.
It reigns in all we see in form of one man
Masked behind a title
Those opposed are crushed against
A power impure
I tire of this onslaught of abuse
The injustice received with a smile
While inside the soul all will
Is jettisoned into oblivion
I will not fall victim to its control
Death to it or Death to me
I will not be its sacrifice.