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Tuesday, 29 March 2011

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This is a piece I have written for a certain African tyrant who will be easily recognised by the perceptive reader. This is no spoof. It is a heartfelt piece.

Some of the content might be disturbing for the more sensitive or less bloodthirsty reader, so be warned. It was never my intention when I penned these words to cause offence or to upset anyone. What I did want to do was to give expression to the utter revulsion I feel for such monsters, and to cry out for the victims of their monstrous corruption.


DEAR ROBERT........


How do you sleep Mr M?
Are your dreams troubled
With visions of the dead?

Do you even know how many
Have been murdered
On your orders?

How many raped?
How many tortured?
How many burned alive?
Babies' heads smashed against mud walls,
Their mothers bearing witness to the end?

Your lust for Power
At any price
Has corrupted you.
Your Humanity is forfeit.
You have no claim to be a man.

You are the empty shell
Of what was born human.
Your deeds will live on
In the nightmares
Of decent folk
When you are gone.

Maybe we can yet find a way
To get rid of you
Before you pollute
The very air we breathe.

I would consider it a privilege
To slit your black throat
And listen to you gurgle.

I would gladly pay another
To open your belly in the night
And carve a slow path to your heart,
With a harpy.

I would be happy
To watch you die,
Slowly,
In unspeakable agony.
Watch you writhe
And squirm.
Listen to you sob
And scream
And curse.

I would be happy to rub salt
Into your wounds
And check your breathing,
To make sure you suffer,
In full,
Before you die.

You are an offence
Against Nature,
And Nature recoils in horror
At the back catalogue
Of your crimes.

If there is a God
I pray He sees you.
I pray He has plans for you
When you shed your skin
One final time
And leave the stage.

Black Serpent you are damned
For all eternity,
Your soul will find no rest.
You will remain in limbo,
Abandoned and cast out,
Until the end of Time.

May you share a table in Hell
With Mengele and Pol Pot,
And dine on excrement
Washed down with bleach.

May your entrails burn
As you clutch and twist,
Powerless to resist,
Or bargain,
Or beg.

RIP

ROT IN PURGATORY.

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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