Warlord
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Stands on palace balcony
Saluting troops marching bye
His sanity long gone asunder.
Feared by his broken people
Governed with terror
With maniacal disregard for life.
Sees himself as the hand of God
Greatest warrior world has known
Reveling in madness, vile beast of war.
Secret police torture and murder
Hide bodies in secret graves
Murdering political enemies.
People snatched from the streets
Bundled into cars never seen again
Prisons running red with blood.
Warlord proudly puffs out his chest
Mind set upon conquest
Extermination for all who oppose him.
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