From Pauper To Fame And To Despot

When the once herd boy became the president the masses they did celebrate
From poverty the man from the poor lands had surely achieved something great
He acknowledged the cheers of his supporters his praises they did loudly sing
But now to most who admired him no longer a hero the changes that five years does bring

He has abused his power in a bad way and tightened his reins of control
Most of those who once admired him now hate him and see him as one without a soul
From pauper to fame and to despot one can say power went to his head
Many who oppose him tortured in prison and thousands because of him dead

The very people that he came from the poor he does cruelly oppress
And even the most peaceful of protest his soldiers with violence suppress
He has abolished all democratic elections and anyone who speak against him he imprison or kill
From pauper to fame to a despot from the tent at the side of a hill

In public one bad word about their president from the scared people you will not hear
His soldiers the hardest of criminals have brought about silence by fear
But as is said and quite often repeated for our sins to karma we must pay
And the once herd boy from the mountains may well die in a violent way.