The Ruinous Heads

By Rose Marie Juan Austin

They were wise and experienced men
Ascended into power
By virtue of their political acuity
But they were like plagues
That hit their nations.

They governed
With absolute power
Wielded their swords
With the greatest fury
And filled their lands with blood
They brought deaths
More than the plagues.

No man will ever rise
To power again
And commit genocide
For God Almighty
And humanity
Will never allow them.

No one shall ever
Ever be born again
In the likeness
Of the ruinous heads
For they have etched
Their names in hell.

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