Orator

His task

so simple

anyone could have done it

but he

oh no not he

for flim fhlam was his game.

Blowing smoke

lies built greatness again.

Words flow with passion

words that they need to hear

thinking that easily done

would be to curb his passions dear.

Chains snapped

whips crack

eyes wide open in horror

for they had been wrong

so very wrong

about how he would play.

A new king arises

enslaving the world

he showed his true colors

when he deviated from the path.

Photo by frankie cordoba on Unsplash

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