Chapter Eight
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Author: Nigel G Wilcox     15.08.24
 
Man damaged by life withdraws from life;
Then takes up a job and joins the strife,
Treats people the way they treated him;
Only to be rejected by them, yet again…

He is a narcissist, to feed his sorrow;
Deep down he wants validation for a tomorrow…
To say,” I’m in control”! I have the power to rule.
As the dictator, of old, politics, retold…
He remembers the failures and the humiliation,
And those years he wasn’t invited to celebration…
He despised his country and fellowmen,
His aims to destroy; from within….

He sells the country, never elected him.
Receiving gifts that continued to tarnished him.
He bastardised his marriage for a colourful goal.
He allowed in the enemies, no Trojans soul…

He fails to see the spirits drift…
Our ancestors that died for a cause to lift.
Everyone that is chosen with the light,
The passive become, soldiers and are ready to fight!

They are not silenced by poor policies or stance,
As the people’s power is greater and will challenge, advance…
Evil is fought upon the streets,
The battle of darkness will retreat…
The shell of a man will be taken down,
He will suffer the silence and be broken down,
With his followers, puppets and the sad, sad clowns.
Only repentance by a narcissist the choice abound.

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