Fallen

I walk,

The power I once wielded,

Now torn away,

Shoved into the hands of others.

I walk,

The people who once cheered me,

Now boo,

Throwing eggs and stones.

I walk,

The friends I once had,

Now turn their backs on me,

Disgusted.

I walk,

The lands I once ruled over,

Now given to the peasants and slaves,

Split.

I stumble,

The soldiers I once commanded,

Now drag me by the arms,

Shackled and chained.

I struggle,

The court I once headed,

Now replaced with revolutionaries,

The gavel sounds,

Guilty.

I trip,

The gallows I once watched people hung on,

Now waiting for yet another victim.

Ready for death.

I try to speak,

The voice which once held the attention of the masses,

Now weak and quiet,

Cut off.

I fall,

The mind, once so great,

Now lifeless, unthinking,

Gone.