I, the Great

Loved and praised By innate wisdom and passion Yet loathed by skeptics. The lust - to behead his spirit, shatter the bones of the flesh that emanates the image of inspiration To his beloved people Causes him to be unyielding even more. Not a prince, but a knight would seem to fit, Or a general perhaps - Whose decree is to smash those relentless stinging ants Destroying his very soil Throwing the bombs of terror upon its wake. The desire to protect Touches the hearts of his fellow unknowingly. A golden pearl wrestling against the tide, Enduring the mockery with its great fortitude, Courageous enough to crack the clam's shell . That sense of purpose Compelled to be driven, To protect, to speak with conviction, And to even act with compassion. Though annihilation is a must For the preservation of the land. Hatred and persecution will be the fruits. Hence, his name will be remembered throughout the generations As the compassionate tyrant, who tried his best To make a difference in the world.