Each word like a knife cutting deep
Slivers of my shield he did deplete
He has no sense of humanity
But are a true tyrant of meanness and vulgarity
Hurling criticism everywhere never a praise
Continual attacks you learn is not a phase
Exposing that little girl that did weep
Once upon a time in her deep sleep
Many years of toil of diversity embraced
So easily shattered with harmful words of distaste
By a Tyrant who enjoys to make people squirm
Harmful words cutting like burns
Good people’s qualities and confidence tossed
Too late for him to undo the loss
Visions of grandeur will not make him bend
His own ignorance and inexperience will determine his end
Blinding the purpose of his very existence
Learning nothing but destroying everything of resistance
Karma will shadow him until it’s too late
He won’t recognise his faults before his deserved fate
Though I can be made to feel the knife deep
I am now wiser and won’t go down in defeat
Image found on Pinterest (Huffington Post)
Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)
Poet's Corner 