The Usurper

Human lives are cheap as dogs,

When will the starving finally find their rest?

All I ask is a three-foot sword,

To laugh wildly as I cut down the feudal lords.

Drunk, I lie in the Dragon Hall,

The Son of Heaven a prisoner at my feet.

I’ll sweep the four seas, reshape the nine provinces, build a great empire, and behead the immortals.

My life is worth no more than a dog’s?

Then whose life is worth no more than a dog’s?