All Emperors Are Mad

The hideous disease of empire

Bifurcates reality completely:

There are those who are of use, and others

Who will be of use, or vanish neatly

The mind of empire is efficient

A simple formula makes this easy;

You belong to me or are deficient

The latter faction makes it quite queasy

If you resist, you need education

And if you cannot be taught, and thus, healed

Then you beg for annihilation

All must obey, or have their fates sealed

A jealous, insecure sociopath

Who has the answer but can’t do the math