The Tyrant Poem by Alessandra Liverani

If there were a tyrant who ruled the land
A tyrant whose power was getting out of hand
A tyrant who wanted to be obeyed every command
Would you lay down and bow to this man?

This tyrant ordered you every single day
To go to the shops and with hard earned money pay
For cigarettes which turned your skin all grey
Would you in this land of fear stay?

Or would you flee from this land as soon as you could
Flee from this land of no person's good
Flee fleetly and silently out through the woods
I know that if I could, I would