The Way Of Tyrants Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Way Of Tyrants



The Way of Tyrants (Tanka)

Red nosed circus clowns
Behind mad grins… hate the laugher
As with dictators
In absurd fantasy uniforms
We hoot only when they fall.


Tyrant in his cave
Resentfully reflects on life
Western big shots came
Ate roasted lambs in his tent
How could he be so gullible?

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