The Vanity of Dictator

Here I’m, standing, stranded,

Because of your desire

For a new realm.

Acclaim and fame

Making masses orphans, homeless

Apathetic, helpless and more.

The new rhythm of

Endless screams and explosions

Brought by you imprisoned peace.

Glory to you,

On decorating everywhere

With corpses.

When so many conflicts go on with the self,

Why extend it to others too?

Could’ve polemic rather engaging in bloodbath.

Devika Manikandan.

II Year MSc Psychology

Kateel Ashok Pai Memorial College, Shivamogga