Poem

Schuster's Sonnet 

His lies, fictions and claims,

Have laid down solid roots,

Good men thrown to the flames,

Their necks crushed by his boots, 

Men will become like beasts, 

When forced to crawl so low,

While on their pain he feasts, 

It's to the depths they go,

Scared boys drown in his lies, 

And become angry men, 

Rageful glints in their eyes, 

"Now" feels more like "back then" 

- Willy Schuster