"A Dark Lord´s Rant (Poem)" by S. Kocurova

To an age of fear and unreason
I shall bring knowledge; an enlightening
Make sense to be called ‘sense’, not ‘treason’
Give fact to all, a brightening
Of minds long clouded with the pall
Of legend, by myths ensnared
Leaving ageing lords made small
And dynasties unheired

I shall bring health to those knowing illness
Great wealth to those who are poor
My mind shall give will to the witless
And ease to those who endure
I shall build every spring to a fountain
Have forests to paper milled
Make streets from the stones of the mountain
For they are lands that cannot be tilled
When I level the earth to a garden
Quell the seas to restful pools
The meadows will have not my pardon
As the wilds are loved only by fools

I shall milk the world of its harvest
Rob from the viper its sting
I shall not rest till all is best,
Or as perfect as power can bring
Then at last will I crowded heavens prune
And across the sky place my mark
What need is there of the stars and moon
If my lamps can light the dark?
And hark!
(Since this is how the great have always spoken)
“My efficiency behold,
For what is Man that he cannot be broken
And remade to fit my mould.”