Colin Ian Jeffery - WARLORD

He stands on his palace balcony
Watching the troops go marching bye
His sanity long since gone.

Feared by his broken people
He controls them with terror
And his maniacal disregard for life.

Seeing himself as the hand of God
Greatest warrior of his people
He revels in his role as the beast of war.

His secret police torture and murder
Hiding bodies in secret graves
Quenching all opposition to his rule.

People are snatched from off the streets
Bundled into cars and never seen again
His prisons run red with blood.

Proudly he puffs out his chest
Raising a hand in salute
Mind set upon conquest and extermination.

Colin Ian Jeffery

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