Feeling the hurt, you help the flame,

Help to think of others, for the blame.

They are right, you agree,

Nothing more, can you see.

Summoning you to court, announced as slave,

Imperial supremacy; acceptance you crave

Waiting for a regal hand;

Fretting anxiously, as you stand.

You worship, you praise,

It's not just a phase,

Your back bends, and head goes down

To nothing but a paper crown.