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Dictator.

Disparaged my weakest,
violated my nation’s most chaste,
vandalized its buildings,
and pillaged then raped. 

Your fascism ruined through
demoralizing others with your scrutiny,
sending their confidence careening
until all they had left was insecurity. 

Claimed to care about your people
though all they looked like to you were dollar signs,
capitalized on their losses
every time you attacked from behind. 

You were the Chairman of China,
or Hitler, sometimes Stalin,
with more kills than Genghis Khan
or Napoleon’s armies. 

You ruled like Caligula;
man, woman, nor beast were safe,
calculatedly divided unions
creating separate states.  

Abandoned all reason,
you committed senseless murders for fun;
threatened your people with execution
if they dared to run. 

Your thirst for blood was not slaked
until your body count was more than one million,
your bloodline may be insane
but there can only be one Kim Il-Sung. 

Should anyone fail to revere
their supreme leader,
your minions would toss them
into the Taedong River.

No weapon was too mighty,
missiles, gases, nor grenades,
death by hanging will end your reign,
similar to Saddam Hussein.

You delighted in violence,
just like Vlad the third,
impaled all your victims,
then bathed in their blood.

A name like yours is
solely synonymous with genocide,
you were mean like Mugabe,
with Idi Amin’s pride.

Only you would attempt to minimize murder
by renaming it the Red Terror,
it was evident in every failed assassination attempt
that you were more vile than Vladimir Lenin.

Similar to Enver Pasha’s addiction to power,
instead of being ashamed for being a coward,
you wiped out two million to compensate for each loss,
without stopping once to consider the actual cost.

Simply put, you were the worst dictator unleashed on mankind,
without you, history would not have fallen so far behind
The clearest consequence of your sick, criminal mind
is that your "eye for an eye" ideology made the whole world blind.


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