Beats me!

The streets are noisy

They chant their mantras, their slogans,

They want freedom they say,

Is it a cult? I ask,

Beats me! I can’t find what all the fuss is about!

I am a dictator but honestly,

I don’t control you,

I control your fears and

Your fears control you,

Why is that?

Beats me! I destroyed all my fears long time ago!

I killed my enemies,

I killed my fears,

There was blood and there was pain,

There was misery and hate.

Why?

Beats me! I have never been killed before!