Loved and praised
By innate wisdom and passion
Yet loathed by skeptics.
The lust - to behead his spirit, shatter the bones
of the flesh that emanates the image of inspiration
To his beloved people
Causes him to be unyielding even more.
Not a prince, but a knight would seem to fit,
Or a general perhaps -
Whose decree is to smash those relentless stinging ants
Destroying his very soil
Throwing the bombs of terror upon its wake.
The desire to protect
Touches the hearts of his fellow unknowingly,
A golden pearl wrestling against the tide,
Enduring the mockery with its geat fortitude,
Courageous enough to crack the clam's shell.
That sense of purpose
Compelled to be driven,
To protect, to speak with conviction,
And to even act with compassion.
Though annhiliation is a must
For the preservation of the land.
Hatred and persecution will be the fruits.
Hence, his name will be remembered throughout the generations
As the compassionate tyrant, who tried his best
To make a difference in the world.