If only they knew
how little I know
while so solemnly they record
my vague replies,
transforming them into
sovereign edicts
and imperial decrees.
If only they knew
their Emperor's confusion
while they all applaud
and the stalwart navies sail,
and the mighty legions march
across the foreign soil
to meet their bloody destiny.
If only they knew
that the decisions were made
in the secrecy of my privy chamber
by the toss of a small gold coin.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
The Emperor's Coin
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