Fake Empire

Photo by Mathieu Stern on Unsplash

The past in your mind seems golden.
The present, so mixed-up and gay.
The future: Not yours for controlling.
Your meaning, now falling away.

This world: Not the world you’ve promoted.
This truth: Not the truth you’ve designed.
With the walls of your palace now folding:
We all see. It was built, on a lie.