She has flowers in her hair, tropical ones,
Eyes like stars, muscles like guns,
A highblood that's warm, a queen
Who never starts a storm or a scene.
One day, she will rule all
And all the old structures shall fall
Leaving nothing behind but dust
In books, nothing separating the rust
From gold from violet from green
And all the many colors in between
And one day no one will be mean.
"Free the lowbloods!" she will order,
And they will all bow before her
And she will tell them, "Rise!
Do not shield your eyes!
I mean you no harm, my beloved people!
If you want, you can go to the temple!
Religious freedom has been grossly lacking,
So today you may begin feasting or fasting
As you choose, you've got nothing to lose,
You may finally pray as you used to,
And light the incense's fuse!"
And her people will smile, but still fear
The one on top, saying things so dear
To them, and will worry about offenses
That could all end this.
So then Feferi will say, "And you shall live!
The beauty of life is what I give
To all now alive, and I will strive
Not to fall, but to dive
Into a world where culling doesn't mean death,
But giving to the poor extra breath
When their air sacs have nothing left!
The unfit shall be sheltered, the innocent protected,
The maroon- Oh you must believe me!" As she noted
The distrustful glances between the formerly oppressed,
She will begin panicking, lest
They take her speech as jest and refuse
The idyllic life, thinking it's a ruse
To gain their trust and kill
Just to demonstrate her ruthless skill.
"I told you already, I mean you no harm!
No longer shall anyone treat you like farm
Animals, this shouldn't cause you alarm!
Please, I want to make things better
And I will enforce these rules down to the letter.
Rebellion ought to be unnecessary!
I'm giving you all you could ask of me!
Why won't you believe me? I'm not like her!
I swear to you all, I won't go back on my word.
It's time for power to go to the majority!
Other highbloods will relinquish theirs in an orderly
Fashion at my command, tell them it's useless
If they still attempt to oppress
Any of you, anyone you see, even if you just guess
At their intent, please leave it to me.
Tell me of what happened, and it shall be
Taken care of. I just want to help you all!"
A lowblood will speak up with the characteristic drawl,
"I appreciate it, but don't you know about our goals?
It seems that yours is to unite all trolls,
But ours is just to survive, persecuted by the system
You obviously think, 'Oh, I can just lift them
Out of their hole,' but it goes deeper than that.
Our children are being boiled in a vat
To make paints and drinks and sauce
All because of the woman who was boss
And decided cannibalism was okay by her.
You are only attempting to lure
Us into a false sense of security
And then you will strike with impunity
Because you are our queen
And can do anything to us, no matter how mean."