Dictators punish citizens for they
Are so vulnerable and have no say.
The punish children whom they slay
As if they are animals of prey.
They punish the lands for yielding some crops
Which they think aren’t worh few petroleum drops.
They punish the cows for bestowing milk
And the trees for they have some fruit to pick.
They punish the desert for being clean
And the fields that are so fertile and green.
They punish the air for being pure and cool
And the cattle for they grow fleece and wool.
They punish the rivers for they still flow,
The sun, the moon, the stars for they still glow.
They punish the pupils for going to schools
And the craftsmen who still carry their tools.
They punish the infants for being born
And the farmers that get up every morn.
They punish the birds for freely flying
And the reptiles that never stop lying.
They punish a country’s population
For what they call severe violation
Of a peculiar emergency law
They inflicted so many years ago.
But sooner or later they disappear
No matter how much they cause awe and fear.
The innocent may still pay with their lives,
But someday the dictators’ swords and knives
Will turn against them for peoples revive
And have the ability to survive.
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