The Dictator

                             THE  DICTATOR

Passing by the streets of Baghdad, a peculiar site I saw

Pulling down they were, this huge statue of Saddam Hussein 
Ruthless in action and without a hint of flaw
They grounded the colossal one, with a lot of disdain.

For a moment, time freezed and everyone was so still
Birds stopped flying, onlookers ceased to move at all
Around my spine, I felt a strange sharp chill 
As I watched the statue crumble down and fall.

As their dictator fell, the crowds danced in joy
I pondered over his rule over those 24 long years
Pitiless, stubborn and solid was his style and ploy
As he let none go against what came between those ears.

During those days, his masses looked at him with a lot of awe
His army men carried within them about him so much fear
Gold, jewelry and huge amount of land
He possessed gradually as he lifted his power gear.

But Look my friend, today it’s all gone adrift
His glory, wealth and mighty hand have become history!!
A crumbled statue, a dead dictator is all that is left 
And people have long forgotten him and his tyranny.

Does wealth, power and fame last forever?
The answer, my friend, is a clear negative
Humans should learn from the fall of this dictator
About the above, one can't be so addictive.

-   Kamlesh Bhatt (kb/19-02-2018)