"The King's not I," declared the emperor.
And then he told them this:

Weak, ashamed and cowering
I wept for fear of time,
As I watched molasses passing
And the masses caught in line

Alas, a strong man knocked me hard
And it rattled in my head:
Was I perhaps the foolish one
shaking in their footsteps?

I tossed and turned and ever I yearned
to enlighten myself where I could

My knowledge was further
My presence much larger
My advice was the wiser
A beacon I was
for those with the urge
from way down below
to follow my road
and rise higher.

But even those were blown away
when I straightened my back that fateful day.
The crowds were small
As I stood up tall
Up
and
Up

Above them all.

And my superiority
Was finalized
As they robed me and adorned me
With a crown to fit my pedestal
As I did deserve such things.

But they do not call me king
For kings are gods above men
Me: I am the Emperor
A god above the kings.