Emperor Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I never had a reason to believe I was the emperor of all between both of the poles and the equator
But nonetheless I did

The palace was in flames but now the fire is almost burnt out
Wood still crackles as the fire grits its teeth, growls, and pushes down another scorched section
The shell of external glory collapses on itself

The public target, the throne of self-parody
The crown wore without the force of the state behind it
In defiance of the force of how others feel about you

"I am the vanguard of everything" was how I explained my divine right
Holy self in late Lear finale defeat
Wandering like an old dementia man in a public place with fingers pointing