Living in castles,
no monetary hassels,
Dictator of a whole nation,
running it with no explanation.
All the luxuries money could buy,
now the fool has nothing,
 he's certainly going to die.

Found hiding in a hole,
now he's a prisoner on hold.
Had 750 thousand cash,
now has no stash.
Caught like a rat,
chased by the big cat.

Must be devastating,
to lose it all dictating.
This man had it all,
never would have to crawl.
He had money to burn,
never would have to slave to earn.

Being a nice ripe old age,
I would have let go of the rage,
lived the rest of my life in comfort,
made no threatening effort.
No way would I have played chess,
with the strongest and the best.
Knowing they might defeat me,
turn around and delete me,
Destroy all of my toys,
kill my only boys.

A dictator in checkmate,
waiting for his execution date,
so goes his miserable fate,
common sense to late.

G

It seems as though some want to make a political statement on my poem. This poem isn't about politics. It is about common sense and foolishness. Simple mathematics, rich and having it made compared to being in a hole and prosecuted with nothing.