King of Beijing
He rose from the East.
Torch in hand.
Not by conquest,
but by sweat.
A kingdom built
on labor,
on patience,
on memory.
Once a servant of empires.
Now a master of time.
I saw Britain
with a begging bowl.
France bent low,
asking for bread.
Madam Canada watched,
silent and uneasy.
Kings of the West,
learn this truth:
no throne is eternal.
What rises first
may fall last.
America will arrive here too.
Power is never owned.
It only changes hands.
Beijing stands
not as a conqueror,
but as a mirror.
Showing the cost
of arrogance.
Europe,
your wisdom begins
with humility.
Harmony is stronger
than pride.
To the King of Beijing,
rule with restraint.
Victory without mercy
rots the crown.
Forgive the past,
not to forget,
but to govern the future.
For humanity
is the first law of wisdom.
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