The Emperor's Ghost

[Tom]

The Emperor's Ghost
Tom

In a galaxy on a planet,
There was a broken empire,
And an emperor wanted to reunite it,
To be just so,
So all would know,
About his wild fit.

So he built weapons - cannons, planes, and missiles,
To force all to submit,
Everywhere he hit,
To reunite his empire,
Bit by bit.

Finally he went the way,
Of all mortal men,
His ghost departed,
At the end of his day,
To stand before the Almighty,
To hear what He must say.

Where should I send you?
To paradise or hell?
Exile me to hell,
For Satan and I,
Are buddies quite well.

One nation he tried to conquer,
Beautiful cities reduced to rubble,
Brick and steel,
Pounded to stubble,

But the people remained,
Their hope sustained,
A new nation build shall we,
It shall stand for us to be,
Stand for all to see.

And in the midst of the rubble,
Stood a great live tree,
Like the mast of a tall ship,
To sail a new sea.

For no matter how strong,
A storm is handing,
It must leave,
One tree standing.