Degenerative Transformation

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The age old dilemma of liberators from oppression becoming the oppressor and the ultimate fall from grace.

Submitted: November 26, 2017

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Degenerative Transformation

Beautiful, innocent, eloquent and dignified patriot.

Loved and admired by a nation,  bent low by foreign forces.

Entrusted with their blessing to present their voice in defiance to an oppressor that shackled their soul for far too long.

Your voice, your musical serene  voice dispelled the lamenting from their hearts.

Unclasped the dark heavy yoke of despair and resurrected their souls.

They would follow you everywhere, even the raging fires of hell to spit in the face of the devil.

They, chose you!

Beautiful, innocent, eloquent and dignified patriot.

You became the spear tip that pierced the armour and punctured the heart of the tyrant.

Halala! Halala! the nation were drunk with joy at this victory wrought through you.

You returned unto them the treasure stolen from them, their unconditional freedom.

They were now masters of their own house again.

Their admiration for you morphed into reverence.

Beautiful, innocent, eloquent and dignified patriot, they gave you status as god.

In the years to come you gave the nation gifts that you deemed best for them to have.

You no longer saw them as a nation of fellow countryman, you viewed them as your children.

They marvelled at this new notion, welcoming it,

Who would not mind to be the offspring of a god

With the ebb and flow of time you became indifferent to the needs of your "children"

Sadly you forgot that although you were the spearhead, they were the long shaft that provided the reach.

Like a father drunk with power you became abusive and forged friendship with men of low character to keep your "children" in check.

The feel of your elevated soft seat of power became an addiction with which you vowed  not to part.

The seat transformed you into a dictator.

You who were once,

Beautiful, innocent, eloquent and dignified patriot.

Your reign ultimately saw the crushing of the hope and dreams of your "children"

They scattered off into the wider world

Yes even seeking refuge  under the very wings of their former conquerors .

Refuge from the hurting sting of your tyranny

You who has transformed into a full scale monster.

Then amazingly the beasts you trained and fed so well

The ferocious beasts you patted often turning them into purring cats.

They whom you unashamedly sic'd on your "dilinquent" "children"

They became fed up with the crumbs from your table, you snubbing them.

They bared their teeth and snarling turned on you.

Driven behind closed doors to which you were confined.

You must have thought they would remember who their master was and come grovelling back to lay whimpering at your feet.

Foolish old dictator did you not notice the hand of an old friend stealing from your very own provisions to lavishly feed them. Did you not see their eyes glint, the slow thumb of their tail at his approach. The sharp pick of their ears when his voice they heard.

Perhaps you were to occupied by the constant nagging of your power hungry bed partner,

Or were you napping, time-weary and worn, old dictator

Nonetheless behind your back your once faithful ferocious beasts bonded with a "caring"  new master....a master you once called, friend.

This new bond of old faithfulls saw you toppled from your soft seat of power.

You who were once;

Beautiful, innocent, eloquent and dignified patriot,

Guild'd a god by a nation,

Adopted as father of a nation,

Transformed by power into a dictator

Monster supreme

Drunk again with jubilation at your toppling

We pray this nation who aided your degenerative transformations does not set the stage for its next victim.

Degenerative Transformation

Beautiful, innocent, eloquent and dignified patriot.

Loved and admired by a nation,  bent low by foreign forces.

Entrusted with their blessing to present their voice in defiance to an oppressor that shackled their soul for far too long.

Your voice, your musical serene  voice dispelled the lamenting from their hearts.

Unclasped the dark heavy yoke of despair and resurrected their souls.

They would follow you everywhere, even the raging fires of hell to spit in the face of the devil.

They, chose you!

Beautiful, innocent, eloquent and dignified patriot.

You became the spear tip that pierced the armour and punctured the heart of the tyrant.

Halala Halala the nation were drunk with joy at this victory wrought throught through you.

You returned unto them the treasure stolen from them, their unconditional freedom.

They were now masters of their own house again.

Their admiration for you morphed into reverence.

Beautiful, innocent, eloquent and dignified patriot, they gave you status as god.

In the years to come you gave the nation gifts that you deemed best for them to have.

You no longer saw them as a nation of fellow countryman, you viewed them as your children.

They marvelled at this new notion, welcoming it,

Who would not mind to be the offspring of a god

With the ebb and flow of time you became indifferent to the needs of your "children"

Sadly you forgot that although you were the spearhead, they were the long shaft that provided the reach.

Like a father drunk with power you became abusive and forged friendship with men of low character to keep your "children" in check.

The feel of your elevated soft seat of power became an addiction with which you vowed  not to part.

The seat transformed you into a dictator.

You who were once,

Beautiful, innocent, eloquent and dignified patriot.

Your reign ultimately saw the crushing of the hope and dreams of your "children"

They scattered off into the wider world

Yes even seeking refuge  under the very wings of their former conquerors .

Refuge from the hurting sting of your tyranny

You who has transformed into a full scale monster.

Then amazingly the beasts you trained and fed so well

The ferocius beasts you patted often turning them into purring cats.

They whom you unashamedly sic'd on your "diliquent" "children"

They became fed up with the crumbs from your table, you snubbing them.

They bared their teeth and snarling turned on you.

Driven behind closed doors to which you were confined.

You must have thought they would remember who their master was and come grovelling back to lay whimpering at your feet.

Foolish old dictator did you not notice the hand of an old friend stealing from your very own provisions to lavishly feed them. Did you not see their eyes glint, the slow thumb of their tail at his approach. The sharp pick of their ears when his voice they heard.

Perhaps you were to occupied by the constant nagging of your power hungry bed partner,

Or were you napping, time-weary and worn, old dictator

Nonetheless behind your back your once faithful ferocious beasts bonded with a "caring"  new master....a master you once called, friend.

This new bond of old faithfuls saw you toppled from your soft seat of power.

You who were once;

Beautiful, innocent, eloquent and dignified patriot,

Guilded by a nation as god,

Adopted as father of a nation,

Transformed by power into a dictator

Monster supreme

Drunk again with jubilation at your toplling

We pray this nation who aided your degenerative transformations does not set the stage for its next victim.


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