The dictators

My word was it
More than the bullet
No one spoke
Our pride I awoke!

My nation struggled
And for her I
Even if it led
Millions to die

That was mein kampf
What was yours?
What significant is a fight?
If not for wars..

Hail as you will
But your glory’s broke
My words did not
But my silence spoke

I adorned your look
With satire and pun
People weeped laughing
And gave away your gun

I sit here not smug
But tired, content and frail
‘My struggles’ worked
Unlike your sorry tale.