The dictators club at last
Fests a fifty-year ride,
An egomaniac journey
With dictatorship as supreme guide;
Clad with ironies of celebrations
For the freedom and love of peace
While helping suspects-cum- genociders
Evade the law than face justice.
The dictators club talks of peace,
But peace for whom, if ask I may,
They preach about human rights
When humans are jailed away,
For no other crimes than demanding
For their natural right to have a say.
A half century talk of unity
In self- divided clubs of nations,
How try fool a billion people,
Via empty speeches at talk-stations?
I find nothing, your excellencies
From your empty talk-shops but lie,
Which no matter how cheap, never
The poor you impoverished ever should buy.
I find you fake, your excellencies,
Too selfish to lend your ears,
To the people you purport to stand,
Too the people that live in fears!
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