A New Pharaoh

 A NEW PHARAOH

The Emperor said he was Moses,

            Leading us to the Promised Land.

But he was a new pharaoh,

            Leading us into bondage.

What else could he have been?

He was born to wealth,

            Inherited wealth,

                        Loved wealth.

How could he know what it meant

To struggle?

            To suffer?

                        To cry in the night?

He had never cried in the night.

            He had never suffered.

                        He had never struggled.

He had never wandered lost in the Wilderness,

            Like Moses.

The New American Dream

 THE NEW AMERICAN DREAM

We are the children of immigrants,

            But we hate immigrants.

We praise those who work hard and play fair,

            Unless they come from elsewhere.

We love America,

            But we hate our fellow Americans.

We revere the American Dream,

            But we hate those who dare to dream.

This is the new American Dream.

Powerful Predators

 POWERFUL PREDATORS

Powerful predators prowl the land.

It was once the land of the free.

Now the people flee

And dare not take a stand.

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The powerful predators pay no price

As they feed on the small and the weak,

For the people are too meek

To free themselves from the powerful vise.

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It is a sad end to the land of the free,

As the people exchange their freedom

For an impoverished serfdom

And live their lives on bended knee.

The Psychopath

 THE PSYCHOPATH

For the Emperor, cruelty was a choice.

But it was also a reflex action.

It was his second nature.

It was his basic instinct.

It was his worldview:

            Never be soft,

            Never show mercy,

            Never show tenderness.

Crack the whip,

Wield the club,

Strike with an iron fist,

Stride in hobnailed boots,

And laugh at the cries of your victims.

It was the code of a psychopath.

Hunt People

 HUNT PEOPLE

The Emperor likes to hunt people.

His favorite prey is someone honest.

But he is so physically feeble

There would be no contest

Unless the prey was somehow suppressed.

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So the prey is first hounded

By thugs in a pack,

And then pounded

And tied in a sack.

Only then does the Emperor attack.

War On The People

 WAR ON THE PEOPLE

The Emperor declared war on the people.

"The enemy is within," he said,

"And I will not rest until the people are dead,

Or at least the ones who do not worship me."

But he loved the ignorant people,

And they loved him,

Because he declared war on all the people

Who did not worship him

And weren't like them.

There Is No Rabbit

 THERE IS NO RABBIT

Even when he doesn't need to,

The Emperor lies.

It's a habit,

Like a dog chasing a rabbit.

If you told him it was day,

He would say it was night.

If you told him it was left,

He would say it was right.

If you said it was up,

He would say it was down.

If you asked him to smile,

He would give you a frown.

He wants you to get in the habit

Of chasing the rabbit,

Even when there is no rabbit.