RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS
The Isolated Authoritarian
He hides inside his castle
Looking out on the Siberian Sea
Shaking to his very bones
Afraid of what could be
If the virus came a hunting
The lords of tyranny
He has no faith in doctors
There is no one he will see
He lives inside his twisted mind
In fear of what might be
If the virus comes a knocking
At his castle by the sea
He cannot stop his shaking
He finds it hard to breathe
His enemies are lurking everywhere
In the shadows behind the trees
Paranoia creeps inside of him
The fear of what could be
When the virus comes a hunting
At his enclave by the sea
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