Your Royal Majesty

Your Royal Majesty

From sunrise to sunset 

empire he created,

to him all kings,

nobles, royalty pay 

homage and tributes.

Into his coffer and treasury,

every proceed from 

annexed and occupied 

territory went,

into his barns produce from 

distant lands stored.

His storehouse a depository 

for gemstones from south, and 

his bullion housed

gold, copper, and silver 

from old world  or 

Afro-Eurasia.

Into his gallery mulcted 

artworks deposited,

every plundered rare book,

ancient manuscripts 

found way into his library.

Yesterday’s sweat and 

blood of our ancestors, 

created today’s wealth, and 

present success nurtured 

by past wailing and cries of 

progenitors.

Because of his vast empire,

sun never set upon it and

because of his vast land 

orchard of mixed wines and 

fruits he possessed.

His wealth was stupendous, 

luxury had no equal,

opulence surrounded him

and household,

grandeur greater than those 

before him,

courtyard like angelic

residence,

in his cities were riches 

far beyond description.

He ruled and reigned

over world,

upon influence and power

of yesterday, 

offspring rule over 

the world, and 

from silhouette of yesterday’s

power,

heirs and scions control 

the world.

Your royal majesty,

women of the world 

bob you a curtsy,

just as men bow down

to you.