The Autocrat

His Excellency is like an iceberg.
He's the part that you can see,
Unceasing in his urge to be
Cheered and heard, in all ways
And always admired. One can
Grow tired of his puffy face,
His boundless stupidity, all
Of his lies, but he can't be defeated.
He won't be dislodged because,
As is the visible part of the iceberg,
He rests on a vast apparatus unseen,
On the billionaires pleased by his
Cuts to their taxes, by generals happy
With missiles and guns, and the
Factory owners who sell them these
Things, and the police, who always
Love people in power, and those
Who run prisons. He fills up their jails.
The sidewalks he passes are crowded
With people who wildly cheer him
For shouting that he's the defender
Of their privileged race. Despite
All appearances, he's not alone.
His Excellency isn't simply a man.
He's a lethal colossus, too large
To be moved. In time, perhaps
He'll melt away.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-03 at 17:25

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