Tyranny acquaints us with the deepest despair
deranged despots continue repeating their mistakes trying to subjugate everyone to rank capitulation using brute power and the machinery of state.
Hubris struts around, brazenly fear mongering
reason and righteousness seem to have lost their vision in such a gloomy scenario they quietly retire for the victory of the oppressor is taken as a given
In the darkest of darkness when nothing is visible in the coldest of winter when frigid winds rejoice in the furthest corner where ultimatum pushes
the timorous soul sings in a tremulous voice.
Gathering frail courage from note to note
then hesitant other voices join in, haltingly first
the song becomes a rallying cry for the oppressed soaring up high and beating down walls with fists.
But the obstinate tyrant refuses to retreat
for drunk on absolute power, he is blind absolutely bully pulpit misused by bumbling bedlamite never expecting a fight back as a repercussion of tyranny.
Elderd Sawe Publication. 
good piece of writing.
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