YULA RIQUELME DE MOLINAS
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TYRANT

Implacable tyrant
of the heights,
what a majestic sovereign
condor you are,
where you placed yourself
in the most frozen peak
abusing an undeserved power.

Inhuman,
you ruled over the weak,
your mandate of harsh
slavery.
Infusing them with terror,
how many men,
sound of mind,
did you enslave?

You watched, unmoved
from the tip of your head,
your herd
of slaves
imploring you.
Like a harsh crag,
you refused,
hardened against offering
benevolence.

Inclement, you didn't listen
to the humble one:
crudely despising
their misery.
Merciless, you demanded
your tribute,
from the one who came to beg
you for your favors.

Time passes
inexorably onward,
and in your gelled mountain,
the sun departed.
Already founded in your contact
the ice
rushed downhill.

Unstable at the top,
the false pedestal toppled,
and from the cusp
you fell over the valley;
like an idol shattered
into a thousand pieces.