made of himself and other loyal men,
They railed against the whole corrupted world,
demanding the Emperor Rule again.
Briefly, so Briefly, he took the world stage,
and tried to rally ranks of listless Troops,
to depose the puppet democracy,
cast out the influence of foreign groups,
and lay down their lives, if the need should come
that the Emperor reclaim rule of land
to reclaim the honor and the glory
that belonged to the people of Japan.
But those poor souls stared, and refused to act
for they were brought up Democracy’s slaves.
Thus failing, he fell upon his own sword,
Honor intact, he stepped into his grave.
Had only the listless sprung to life then,
the flame of passion sparked within their hearts,
and then bore that flame throughout all Japan,
How the world would have awoke with a start!
How might the world have transformed from that point!
How many blessings Japan would receive!
How many more words would he have then penned,
if he had but roused those slaves from their sleep!
We may never know, for better or worse…
but we can always speculate and dream,
of the Emperor’s Shield as triumphant
and visions of a New Golden Dawn’s beam.
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