She was a child of three or so
In the arms of another
The rest of the world was below
Distant was her Mother.
Father in his abode of work
Stayed immersed in files
Luxury was the only perk
And sometimes his smiles.
Crawling about in search of what
She did not know then
But someone picked her up and taught
Her evil deeds of men.
There were no scars of pain or joy
Only fears hushed within
People bowed to the viceroy-
Her father and his kin.
The seeds were sown for future ploys
Seeing the floods of fealty.
Power corrupts and also destroys
People are only realty.
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