Kakistocratic Birthday

Gather round me children of my country.

See?  I am not as frightening as they say.

Come sit with your self-appointed father of the nation,

Pay no attention to these Western puppets that speak against the nation.

God has given me a long life,

All the better to preside over your lives.

They lie, those that say I am a dictator;

Imperialists that are my detractors.

Come sit and celebrate with your father of the nation,

Who will rule to save you from Western damnation.

The opposition puppets bark at my heels,

But I will still be alive when they are buried in the hills.

They say I crave adulation,

But have I ever forced you into subjugation?

All I want is a birthday party to celebrate,

Because it was you I was in prison to liberate.

Shake out the coins in your pockets

I only ask once a year for money from your pockets.

For what ruler in history ever funded his own celebration,

When the masses are ‘dying’ to show their jubilation?

I may be rich and that is as it should be.

As your father of the nation, I need to be.

Let us feast on your money with cake and wine

For what is yours is mine but what is mine is mine.