Paranoia

In a land barren and dry. A land that fuels industry. A Youth walks in grand company. Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, and Sisters. He walks with Doctors and Lawyers, Merchants, and Transients. Marching across the Desert of their birth chanting "Dispose the Tyrant" raising their rifles, knifes, bricks, and clubs into the clouds. The thunderous roar of  jets and helicopters maneuver through their out stretched arms. The Liberator brings lightening in a high caliber and rains down bombs. The Youth in awe of the power on their side sighs;

I'm paranoid
We're going to Revolt
End the Patriarch's reign
Democracy is what is planned
A free market open competition
The people choose the politician
From free range to corporate chickens
Who exploit the people's wishes  
Hopes, dreams, change all sold
Revolt is what we're told
The world watches our leader exposed  
His tyranny opposed
And backed by those owed
Backed by those who raped and stole
Those who gave the Tyrant control
Our new government's mold
Trust and funds from a nation
Who dressed the world from the plantation
Who has dropped bombs on moms
And can't feed those who pay its greed
The great Liberator has come to free
My people from oppression and poverty
Rebel we will and to power ascend
Hopefully the Liberator remains a friend
I'm paranoid
Revolution in the Desert is near!
I'm scared
The Liberators seem a mirage appeared
But I sure am glad the Tyrant is out of here!

With confidence the Youth spoke. What he sang an unheard note. The Youth continued to march, family as well. Prepared for Purgatory, Heaven, and Hell. Rifle in arm his one lucky charm. His paranoia his own as his family worshiped the aircrafts flown. Targets erased and people displaced. While the Tyrant in luxury survives disgraced.

In the distance what is that i hear?
Are those Jeers?
All of My worst fears
Why oh why do My people rebel?
This is not Hell
Hmph, My subjects so frail
What have they endured?
Defeat the Dictator I ensured
My guarantee secured  
Now, insubordinate My population
Try My patience?
Damnation!
My Kingdom will be overcome
By a Wrath forever undone
High Death's toll will run
If the upheaval denies rest
My crown I will protect
With Death's unforgiving caress  

The Liberator destroys targets all around the city. Hospitals, water towers, and power plants. Pity, the Tyrants army will surrender on thirst, with un-nursed wounds in darkness they must move. Rants by those who support the Tyrant's rule. The absence of light the spiteful army's advantage. Cruel how the innocent were brought before an unrelenting  judge. Indiscriminate Death impermeable to light. The Kingdom pillaged of life by the Tyrant's servants, Death's messengers. The Youth and his People aware of their fate reach the Tyrant's gate.

"Dispose the Tyrant!" "Dispose the Tyrant!" chanted the People with anger unbound. Chants the Youth's voice drowned;

Sisters rally your Fathers
And calm his nerve
Brothers calm your Mothers
Here my word
This Tyrant we serve
Is a Criminal undisturbed 
Until the Liberator bothered
The light they brought 
Unearthed his corruption
Which we've felt since ascent
Now he will feel our discontent
Our strife and our pain
The Tyrant must serve in disruption
A leader lain
Injustice forever fought 
By a Liberator taught 
The Tyrant defined 
By inhuman crimes
Liberator remove your scope 
Take the Tyrant from your sight
He must be disposed by our hope
Our blood has stained these sands 
I call upon my hands 
His reign will end slained  


The Liberators adhere to the word of the Youth who spoke and remove the Tyrant from their scope. The Tyrant's troops who held the gate observe the People's face and their value they begin to rate. Insubordinate to their doomed revolution they allow the Tyrant to decide absolution. The Tyrant aware of his subjects release in desperation retreats. 


My army so weak, who tremble at the face 
Who weep at the people's disgrace
Now I must leave this place
For my life I still hold dear
And deny eternity seared 
Like a lamb skewered
My Palace has many doors
That lead to much more
My escape is insured 
By the blood, sweat, and agony
Of the people who abhor me
This passage under the floor
A path to sunny shores


The Youth who despised the Tyrant and the Tyrant likewise. Denies the Tyrant's path to abscond. An epic battle sure to arrive at the behest of the Tyrant's surprise. But with one blow the Tyrant arrives a dish for Lucifer's Barbecue. 


The Youth to his People reveal the end of a reality surreal. Where Hell on earth was possible and true, real. Paradise, euphoria promised by a Leader new. The Hope and Future of Utopia promised where exploitation survives few.