
Photo: Amy-Leigh Barnard on Unsplash
He believes he is perfect,
The Gods’ answer to fate.
And they can all now retire,
For they had taken the bait.
He’ll dominate every action,
He’ll defend every crime,
If it’s done to the benefit
Of his imperious climb.
He recruits many minions
Who fetch and carry his deeds,
For to him it is given
That they’ll kowtow to his creed.
He will squelch any protest,
He’ll ridicule any voice
That dares not speak his glory
Or demands to have choice.
He is crass, and he bullies
Lashes out at dissent,
Because to him it is treason
If people still seek consent.
He is cruel, he is shallow
He full worship expects,
He will break every branch
To feed his Tyrannical Rex.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Imperious at 123 words
Note: The photo of a (small handed) Animatronic Tyrannosaurus (T-Rex) was taken by Amy-Leigh Barnard at the Natural History Museum in London. No offense intended in the poem to the dinosaurs, extinct though they are.
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