A cataclysmic collapse of a sense of dignity
A frightening loss of self-esteem
A worrisome fold of self-worth
A terrifying crumble of self-pride
He saunters like a lost child who stumbled upon power
His sense of judgement clouded by lust for authority
He is willing to trade all and sundry for cheap recognition
He is the very shadow of the devil
I look in disgust as he slithers away
I shudder in rage at the mention of his name
I gaze in utter abhorrence at the works of his hands
I quake in undiluted horror at the words of his mouth
May posterity judge him
May the voice of the people overwhelm him
May the horror of his hands live with and after him
May the waves of the oceans erase his name from the sands of time