His Chair Poem by Autumn Baccellia

Looking upon his face
he speaks lies of a race
his wealthy gain
comes from their pain.
A twisted game
which gave him fame.
Believers were unaware
refused to see such despair
the innocent souls cry
while no one dares ask why.
As he sits in his chair
he makes people believe its all fair.
That smile on his face
only few know his disgrace.
As he sits in his chair
he calls it fate
to cause such hate.
How many more need to die
because of his lie
from a man who sits in his chair
could only cause such hate and fear.