Tyrant Poem by Ragy Sandid

How do they sleep at night?
Those who have exercised their might
Against the less fortunate, viewed as termite,
To make them out of scope and sight.

Do they dream about they did
Did they think about it before their bid?
Or only the burning thought of whom to rid
The world of that made them get one off the grid?

When they turn in their sleep, do they remember a face
Of a human who walked away in disgrace
Or a sense of security made them think they have more space
And there’s no need for a breather to replace

How does it feel the next day when they walk
And put the pride or purr they put in their talk
And make it sound that they were the victims they stalk
And say the words they said were never meant the way they were spoke

There must be a place in their chest, a trophy chest
That burns the images of those they wronged the best
After they put them through trials and tribulations, test after test,
Then decided those who deserve to float, those who need to rest