The Tyrant Poem by St.Richard Ben
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The Tyrant
How cruel is love:
That it might entice a statue,
Then forsake it when it move.
That it might crown a man Emperor,
Then banish him from his kingdom.
That it might deliver a man from the gallows,
Only to have him murdered by its own hand.
Oy vey, Of all the tyrants known to man,
There is none crueller then unrequited love.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Unrequited love
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