Time To Go: A Poetry Collection

The Man Behind The Puppets

You tore a country apart

To make yourself look prettier

With just a fancy souvenir,

Yet you think you're just making art.

You stole everything we had

When you already had it all

And we had practically nothing,

And you say she's the one who's mad.

You have such power in your hands

That you use to destroy

The ones who have no power,

Murdering, raiding, ruining lands.