The Rebellion – A poem for Tyrants and Liars of a particular hue

The tomes of lies you tell

a shell

Inside of which

no heart dwells.



Empathy didn’t flee

from your confines –

It had no residence

no return address.


For you.

There will be

nary a God bless

Your evil is putting

synchronicity to the test.


I digress

Your constituency is One

You.

The legions of your minons –

sacrificial lambs

led to slaughter

Your megalomania convincing

that these souls

are yours to barter.

They exalt you while

you delight in

the willing

being consumed

on your pyre of lies.


Do we laugh

instead of cry?

Rebel do tell?

What will be

our vote in a world

where we can’t cope

where there

is a dearth of hope?


Copyright © 2020 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved.

Let's get your 2 cents worth ...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

About Shun P. Writes

Author, Amateur Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.