Dictator Poem by Alex Gomez

You’ve climbed that mountain of excellence
Seeking wisdom and enlightenment
But all you’ve gained is arrogance
And a hypocritical entitlement

That look of yours is warm and inviting
It beaconed me into a false paradise
That was all aglow and shining
But it was all just to feed your vices

And your constituents gave you all they had
But you just dragged us through the mud
So you wouldn’t track dirt in your new pad
But it’s ok ‘cause we’re just mugbloods

Yeah, I know your game.

So preach unto me the words of the wise
But don’t be surprised if I chastise
It seems so corrupt, you trying to make a buck?
Is that what I am to you? I thought we were blood.

And so your Personal Jesus guides your ways,
But it’s been so many days
I think the message has been lost in the fray
Wouldn’t you say?

What do you say?

You’re nothing but a monster
Dressed up like an imposter
Insisting there’s going to be change
Like a prophet or a sage

But the only profits you
Know are inside your wallet
I should have seen right through you
Be brave enough to call you on it

Now I don’t believe in Karma or anything,
But I really hope there’s a universal force out there
That’s conspiring against you as I speak

You deserve nothing less than the Totalitarian
Regime you put in place for the meek

And when that power cosmic screws you over so bad
That you need to come crawling back to me for help,
Bragging and boasting that met my needs
And kept me safe from falling into that Hell…

Well, I’ll tell you…

Why don’t you go back to Judecca
That fourth round in that ninth ring of Hell?
Not to Mecca, where stories of divinity are all around to tell.
‘Cause you’re a traitor, and that’s where traitors go
For committing the ultimate acts of treachery
And its appearance, is like those who come from where the Nile flows
You're trapped within ice for centuries

You’re nothing but a monster
Dressed up like an imposter
Insisting there’s going to be change
Like a prophet or a sage

But the only profits you
Know are inside your wallet
I should have seen right through you
Be brave enough to call you on it

All I ever wanted from you was to escape
Now all I have left is this dark barren soundscape