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Chris Magadza
Time: Caricature of a Dictator
Time: Caricature of a Dictator
Time: Caricature of a Dictator
Time ages and
Time tires,
The future is past
And forgotten the
Craving for vainglory
Wealth and might.
Stale the taste of power;
The roar of accolades
Distantly deaf:
Only the smell of
Putrid death
Grows hauntingly
Familiar.
Once a self esteemed
Self-deceiving continental giant,
A pretender to delusional
Royalty:
Now a diminutive ridicule,
Shunned, despised, and
Lovingly loathed
What profit
All those murders?
What morbid glee
In disembowelled mothers?
What pleasure
In lifelong loneliness,
Powerfully powerless:
Friendless,
Unloved,
But used?
Indeed
Time ages, Time
Grows old, and
Time tires.
Time tires,
The future is past
And forgotten the
Craving for vainglory
Wealth and might.
Stale the taste of power;
The roar of accolades
Distantly deaf:
Only the smell of
Putrid death
Grows hauntingly
Familiar.
Once a self esteemed
Self-deceiving continental giant,
A pretender to delusional
Royalty:
Now a diminutive ridicule,
Shunned, despised, and
Lovingly loathed
What profit
All those murders?
What morbid glee
In disembowelled mothers?
What pleasure
In lifelong loneliness,
Powerfully powerless:
Friendless,
Unloved,
But used?
Indeed
Time ages, Time
Grows old, and
Time tires.
© 2012, Chris Magadza
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Time: Caricature of a Dictator
Time ages and
Time tires,
The future is past
And forgotten the
Craving for vainglory
Wealth and might.
Stale the taste of power;
The roar of accolades
Distantly deaf:
Only the smell of
Putrid death
Grows hauntingly
Familiar.
Once a self esteemed
Self-deceiving continental giant,
A pretender to delusional
Royalty:
Now a diminutive ridicule,
Shunned, despised, and
Lovingly loathed
What profit
All those murders?
What morbid glee
In disembowelled mothers?
What pleasure
In lifelong loneliness,
Powerfully powerless:
Friendless,
Unloved,
But used?
Indeed
Time ages, Time
Grows old, and
Time tires.
Time tires,
The future is past
And forgotten the
Craving for vainglory
Wealth and might.
Stale the taste of power;
The roar of accolades
Distantly deaf:
Only the smell of
Putrid death
Grows hauntingly
Familiar.
Once a self esteemed
Self-deceiving continental giant,
A pretender to delusional
Royalty:
Now a diminutive ridicule,
Shunned, despised, and
Lovingly loathed
What profit
All those murders?
What morbid glee
In disembowelled mothers?
What pleasure
In lifelong loneliness,
Powerfully powerless:
Friendless,
Unloved,
But used?
Indeed
Time ages, Time
Grows old, and
Time tires.
Time: Caricature of a Dictator
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