He stood, proud and tall in his uniform,
Upon the piles of dead bodies beneath his feet,
Knowing exactly how he hurt them.
He stood, upon this throne of lies,
A smirk upon his face,
Because he knew no one could take him down.
He kneeled upon the ground,
A ditch he knew would be his grave,
His actions and words his own downfall.
He left the world behind,
Unpunished for his crimes,
He left this world, unable to face the fact.
He had stood, proud and tall in his uniform,
And smiled down at the people.
Knowing exactly how he hurt them.