First Emperor of China, the man, not the Divine.
By anipani
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What matters now Ying Zheng?
You- dead for two millennia
And us – still here? We found them –
Your terracotta companions to an
Everlasting life. Eighth wonder of the world.
They’re here, broken, restored, (removed).
You’re gone. Dust. You got it wrong.
You killed life, even before you died,
Poisoned by your chosen elixir.
A man then, just that, a man
dreaming of immortality, powerless
to sleep easy, moving bedchambers
nightly, to avoid the kill.
A book burner, your weakness stems
from your power, unbearable burdens
being just that- unbearable.
(Confucius told you that)
Pitiful creatures, we men, we women,
pitiful creatures, owning the histories of capture,
tyranny and barbarism.You weren’t the last .
Why did you think you were not of us?
Blood spilling , living, breathing, eating, defecating?
When did you make the leap to Divine?
What despot mind imagines thus?
Runs rivers of quicksilver through grounds
of palaces, built never to be seen?
Hides chariots, and acrobats, steals away
whole constellations, secreting a world
below a world. A toddler, with his lego.
When will we learn? A leader,
must not have his head.
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Very powerful and forceful
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Loved this. The last 8 lines
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