The Making of An Empire
Empires forged from the suffering of others reign supreme
Their sweat is the mortar between bricks holding the structure in place
Their minds brainwashed not to dare think about being more than what they are
Their bodies malnourished from long labor hours and little sleep
This is what defines a nation seething with tyrants
Vultures circle the skies looking to invite death to the dinner table
Hyena laughs are heard across the land muffling out any cry for help
Their laughs heard as they squabble over rotting pieces of flesh in an already stripped carcass
This is how empires are forged, by eating the young of your enemies
By showing malice brimming like hot lava underneath your eyes
Reveal your true intent, become the savage the kingdom has turned you into
Dance and allow you to be seduced by death herself
Forge your dynasties on the broken bones of those you trample on
Burn human bodies and use their hair to make whips that keep your slaves in line
Urinate and defecate on their graves, cover their headstones in their own blood
The decadence of immortality begins with the burning of nations
Carve through the dust and make the chaos your strength
And watch your dynasties built on the shoulders of your queen.
Copyright © Marco Kalunduka | Year Posted 2017
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