On Tyranny
Oh dear friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
So that I can attempt to make totally clear
That at no point in time have I tried to be great,
But it just sort of happened that that was my fate.
I was meant to be powerful, motive and large.
I could not ask permission, I had to take charge,
And fulfill what my destiny meant me to be:
The most cardinal force in the earth's history.
It's important to me that you all understand
That I meant no malfeasance in taking command,
And I need you to recognize and to admit
That it's not me, but fortune, to whom you submit.
Because just as my instinct demands what I do,
Oh dear friends, Romans, countrymen, you have fates too,
And we must learn to live with our preordained roles:
I, my friends, am the ruler, and you are the proles.
All our fortunes were wagered, that's how the dice fell.
I'd be foolish to fight it, and you would as well.
It's much easier if you just do what I say.
I will issue commands, and then you will obey.
This is not usurpation, I reiterate:
I am helpless to alter it. This is my fate.