I have waited forcefully,
To occasionally snap at the tops of crowds,
Like a leader,
Too much audacity is required.
Kill them and manage a solution
For the poor and stone-broke,
For the underfed and malnourished;
Where are their inner beings?
Your strength has it, it has it,
What is more than tyranny?
A guess is sufficient.
Tyranny has no spectrum in our thought.
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