The shadows of tyrant

A voice once rose with poisoned breath,
It spoke of life, but dealt in death.
A world was scarred by twisted lies,
And millions lost beneath the skies.

The ashes whisper, “Never forget,”
The cost of rage, the deep regret.
For hate can grow when hearts grow blind,
And fear takes root in humankind.

Yet from the ruins, hope still blooms,
Defying darkness, clearing tombs.
The lesson stands, both grave and clear:
Guard love, guard truth, hold justice near.