PRISONERS IN THE PALACE
We are prisoners in the palace
Of the Emperor's malice.
We live according to his whim.
Today we are "us,"
Tomorrow, "them."
He bears a grudge
Against any
Who would judge him.
He throws a tantrum
And we must run,
Lest, through his caprice,
We lose our palace lease.
He throws the dice,
And we pay the price.
Today it may be hell,
But tomorrow, paradise.
There is no way to know
Which way he will go.
We are prisoners in the palace
Of the Emperor's malice.
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