You, pariah, are an enemy of the people. You have no love but for that of power.
You wear the essence of hatred like a crown. Your guile masks nothing and reveals everything. You sit at the foot of your enormous table, speaking words dripping with your neighbors blood

You dream of glory as the Czar of your empire while your wickedness pours out in a flood. You are the father of evil who poisons your critical sons and daughters who dare to renounce you. The world is watching the torture of innocents lying dead in streets of rubble and mud.

How can your people embrace you in nationalistic pride? Is the truth of your evil so easy to hide? History has known many like you, murderous tyrant and Hell awaits you with open gates

Yet there is good and kindness in this world. The question that plagues us is whether humanity and compassion will triumph over apathy and fear.

Will good people stand up or hide as the time to act now draws near. Have we learned from our past what has cost us so dear?