Mischievous Poetry

Under a ruler who kills poets and forbids poetry  
a poet attempts the audacious, to change the tyrants mind  

 
 
I crept out during a starless night  
a mad poet heeding Thalia's call  
it felt justified sneaky and right  
as I glued this to the palace wall  
 
From The Watchers  
 
Oh great dictator thou art but a fool  
the arts keep the masses occupied  
it's all very well to be evil and cruel  
if hatred for you isn't nationwide  
 
It is and we just told you the reason  
watch out or it's gonna get hard  
you'll swing on a rope for treason  
we told you never go full retard  
 
Let them compose let them read  
grant them freedom of expression  
then you can do your dirty deed  
without much fear of retribution