Dictator and the Dogs
I am the new master
And the greatest of them all
Said the master, holding his cane
Will you submit to me
Like the dogs
Or die
He asked.
People paused
And answered
We have been treated like dogs
By our former masters
We are used to
The state of doghood
Master was happy
He turned to leave
Then one pretending
to suffer from rabies
Bit his hand,
that carried the cane
Then the others
Gathered around
Like a pack of dogs
And devoured the dictator.
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