Empire of Illusions
Empire of Illusions
Once, I had an empire,
but I was forced to set it on fire.
One day, I realized it was all a hoax,
crafted by fake crooks and plastic looks.
Something in the static
masked the dead and sick,
until a revelation
pushed me towards lamentation.
The clothes I put on are woven with threads of cries and yearn,
each thread has a story to be told,
hidden in layers of irony and manifold.
I had a dream where I could scream
with authority, under no hidden scheme,
where I'd be the one, my kingdom would come,
tossing coins to decide the lessons to learn.....
-Harsh Bernard Shaw
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