THE DICTATOR

You are showing me knife!
wanna end my life?
Cut my nerves,Stop my breath.
doesn't matter,I have no fear of death
These were the words of 15 old guy,
Yeah! he was just 15 , but why?
Why did he say so?
He wasn't mad, he wasn't gone
But what made him a living stone
Fed of politics,
which stole his brother
which stole his father,
which stole his mother.
which threw a child,
to survive on street.
who never recieved any fest invite,
any b'day greet.
He was a lonely soul,
he had the guts,so he set a goal.
A goal to become a dictator.
What??
yes.its right!
a dictator.
But what was the hell thing which made him do this?
was it right or wrong,
you have to choose this.
He wanted to change,
whole the system,
to end the corruption,
from the meristem.
but as always he couldn't succed,
bang!
one shot!
he could watch himself bleed.
He could see the death front eyed,
but that daredevil never cried.
His 1000 murders didn't went vain,
It affected the whole country's brain.
It was renaissance in the whole state,
He had written the whole country's fate
His name got all the affection
The only way his soul got satisfaction..