“The Language of Statues – II” / A Memorable Fancy #063

Not all the statues of me have been maintained to my satisfaction. A few, especially in the workers’ quarters, are broken, headless, smeared with excrement, reviled by passing crowds who have found a convenient place to relieve themselves. Each affront results in my declaration of higher taxes, conscription of still-younger males, expansion of the torture camps.

The people will soon understand how much I love them. Then they will give me all their own love.

 

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