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
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D. J. Reddall
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Comments (6)
I liked the way you staged this with pictures to make a point. Nicely crafted D.J.
Was this a sonnet? Or breaking news?
I'd want out, but would not be strong enough. The concept of Innere Führung mentioned in the article was new to me and moving. Thank you for reminding us of scary emperors' minds.
"You belong to me or are deficient". This captures exactly that idea of absolute power corrupting absolutely.
Ruthless emperors!
Emperor depict title and in the ur poem they are said to be mad it nice and hilarious 😂. Nicely done 👍✅