The sparkle in your eyes,
Lit by the power,
Of the fire
In your belly –
Your purpose,
And your dreams,
Blinds the onlookers;
They use their hands
As weak shields,
While they flee from the lands
That have embraced your footprints,
But even in their retreat,
They fail not
To fling the rot,
As best as they can,
On you.

For all they want,
All they ever did –
Was to rule.

An inglorious reign,
That you ruined,
With your mere presence,
That brought with it,
A wave of truth –
Of seeking answers,
And of finding the essence,
Of being human.

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