Ki Jan-Ilye Is Dead

Dictators die too; nobody is eternal No one is here on earth for life All humans are the same and equal Under the sun of the Almighty God. Instead of crying, I giggle and laugh When one of those criminals finally Kicks the bloody bucket; God Will always have the last words. Kill by the swords and you shall die by the swords Hate only destroys and love heals Political prisoners are hung by their heels Beat, mistreated, abused, humiliated And cowardly assassinated Always remember, at times, Justice may be slow, But she will inevitably come at the end of the show. Ki Jan-Ilye is dead It is ironically sad To see crying and weeping the very people That his regime had oppressed for years Their reaction turned my heart purple Mad man, at death, can bring happy tears That inspire and excite journalists, Poets, reporters, writers and activists. Dictators eventually die; only God is eternal The dreams of the innocent will live forever The prayers of the victims are sealed in God’s coffer All humans are identical and equal.