Faded majesty living for too long
In this lifetime as power vanishes
From once noble hands and regal aura.
A mere color now, flapping in swan song.
Cradled to breast in memory, it holds
A culture and pathway of royal throng
Akin to mountebanks and dictators.
Stoic faces and ancient flags in song
Built then upon patriots, banishes
Thought through fear from the box of Pandora.
Now finding we were puppets all along.
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