The Last TyrantA Poem by kamranThe tyrant gazes at his subjects who have grown rebellious and defy his unjust rule. The people are united in oppression meted out to them by the Court. The King sets to work his cronies who do his lip service among the masses but the people know better than to hear their false words. They see these cronies for what they are; bigots, sycophants and intellectual thieves who rob the people of their hard-earned consciousness of the will to freedom. The King then sets his Armies to work in the rebellious provinces where the armies pillage, ransack and loot, slaughter children and rape women. Such a havoc does a king unleash upon his own people; all for power. The masses then take a call to arms against the tyrant monarch and from the village to the cities the people unite against crass injustice Bugles of civil war sound all around as the militia, in hordes charge the Army with pitchforks, muskets, axes and bludgeons overwhelming the king's men. The King's empire, now, is about to crumble and the King beheaded Fearing for his life, the King flees living his loyal subjects to die. And each who ever sided with the King is taken to the city avenue where these traitors are displayed to the masses and the blade of the guillotine strokes their their necks clean off. And people's rule comes at last and subjects are subjects no more They are masters of their own life and servile only to virtues.
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Added on May 1, 2016 Last Updated on May 1, 2016 Tags: epic, classic, romanticism, revolution AuthorkamranNew Delhi, South Delhi, IndiaAboutI am a student of English literature at Sri Venkateswara College. My poetry has been published in the online literary journal of poetry 'London Grip'. Apart from writing, I am also involved in Left-wi.. more..Writing
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