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The Tyrant

While in power
He was a strong tower
He ruled the land
With an iron hand

His grip was firm
All through his term
He conquered all
Made the democrats fall

He looted the mint
Carted away currency prints
Feared by many
Not admired by any

His closest allies
Held for him rallies
When the ovation was loud
He was too proud

Then his sun set
In the Indian girls' net
And when he left
Not a man ever wept

(c) Oyeleke Toye culled from the soon to be published collection "Beauty And The Death"

This is perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Thanks christino. Glad you liked it. There's actually more coming from the
book.