He torments the blameless, he threatens the weak,
Deems himself genius, for power crowns the meek.
Why should he not? The world is his to burn—
He holds the monopoly on death’s return.
He is now Master of all, the unchallenged king,
We raised him high; we gave him everything.
We carried him to the throne on our own hands,
In Democracy’s temple, with whip and scepter’s brands.
We listened to his lies, we bowed to his command—
Now we must suffer his terror, lifetime’s brand.
We forged the chains ourselves, in freedom’s name,
And now we taste the bitter cup of endless shame.
