The empire, a melting pot
Which once was set to boil
Has consumed and coagulated
Spare bones, fat, and ligaments
Of alien life on foreign soil
This gelatinous structure
While fragile still holds form
An adolescent imperial
Which from its inception
Has united and been torn
Subsumed into another belly
Another pot, new morsels born
Of brand new acts of shame
In nightmares constantly buried
The dream meanwhile reframed
A birthright you didn’t realize the cost of.
A lie you’d bought unsold.
But either way you still must pay.
If you don’t like it, it’s only you to blame.
STARSMIRK 