There once was a man with a grudge .
Who’s regime was real hard to budge .
His cruel heart was made of stone
Such evil this worlds never known .
In a matter of time they said
All dictators they end up dead .
Throughout the thin and the thicker
He just got sicker and sicker.
Until he forgot how to live.
His own people could not forgive .
So they pulled down his statues there.
As he disappeared in thin air .
Now the dictator is alone ,
In his grave he gave up a moan.
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There's always the case with dictators. They all go down at some point in time.
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)