The leader,bent over a model of the future,
Nods to see vast desires start to dance;
To craft the world anew,and leave a legacy,
His glory to resound for centuries hence.
Fear,uncanny as moonrise,orchestrates
Rhetoric of glass,steel and stone;
The pharaoh’s hand is raised in command,
As visions arrive in the sandstorms and sun.
A skilled hand draws a first black line
To celebrate the imposition of will
Upon the less powerful and less talented;
Man is condemned to love and build.
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