Empire

Her armies march forward
Catching unsuspecting souls
Her jail holds them prisoner
Fattened with nectar and ambrosia

Her dungeon keepers torture
Twisted thought without reason
Alternating kindness and pain
Till night is day and day is night

She captures a nations youth
Trying them without cause
Her propaganda ministers
Assuring all is as it should be

No nation safe from her power
No religion overcomes her hold
No guns nor bombs can stop her
No government defends against her

Her march is timeless without end
Yet no soldier does she need
Her battle plan unchanging
As she lays her silken snare

Capturing another heart and soul
Drawn unknowingly to her cause
Esperanto is her tongue her voice
As loves empire ebbs and flows