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A short poem
Dictator
He looks out
Sees the crowd
Imagining banquets and parties
People line the streets
And photographers keep
Click, click, clicking
For this man is a god
Doing great things, wonderful things
But what they
Don’t know
Is a he walks
His path becomes
Stained
With red
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