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232. The Dream

I dreamed aloud
Or was it a thought?
My future plain to see
I was sitting upon a throne
My people at my feet
I was the king
But did not rule
More a figurehead than not
My counsel governed the land
With force and an iron fist
Executing rebels who got caught
Then I awoke
Though never did I sleep
Drums and bugles blowing loud
The masses took charge
And took the throne by force
The royalty given to the crowd
Speeches were made
More false than true
But victory was their cry
My sovereignty ended
Without a last word
A country born as the last one did die


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