‘The Dead And Dictators'


You've maimed the feeble; burned the sick in their beds
You harbour a hatred for the powerless
Listen to the people - the people want you dead
And only the dead and dictators could love your head

The flippantly evil things that you've done and said
Have toppled nations already on the edge
Listen to the people - the people want you dead
And only the dead and dictators could love your head

In the name of the steeple of a church of bloodshed
You've inflicted craters of disaster and dread
Listen to the people - the people want you dead
And only the dead and dictators could love your head

Through the eye of the needle will pass a thread
Of the hearts you've desecrated; the souls you've condemned
Listen to the people - the people want you dead
And only the dead and dictators could love your head

Only the dead and dictators could love your head.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2005