Tyranny

The world grows moon silver pale
From the thinly veiled mask of his hatred.
The world grows Burgundy red 
Foretelling the dead. He fears not. He cares not.
The world grows relentlessly hot.
His rancour rotting and reeks of ambition. 
The world growls as a proud nation 
Bends to the cremation of liberty and law.
The world growls ready to stop his war.
People resist, revolt, roar, and wail for he must fail.