Empire of Blood
I have sacrificed thousands of lives,
to allow a new constitution in the country.
Many people hate me,
calling me old, slow and foolish. So surprised
I am that the fool I am, have a following
of doctors, engineers and architects.
I have managed to make a fool out of the government,
to allow me to build my own palace,
and buy a dozen Ferraris,
with the help of public kitty.
I grew up knowing money as a god
who received sacrifice in form of family, trust,
love and happiness.
It's a matter of time before blood flows from the rivers
of our ancestors, to the gate of my palace.
My friends and enemies will call me "President!"
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