Once I was the Great I Am,

to whom all lesser lights salaam,
respected, honored and obeyed,
an impressive sight when on parade.

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My word was law none dare gainsay,
my slightest wish, supreme my sway,
I was a man of high estate –
THE ILLUSTRIOUS POTENTATE.

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Time marches on, another day
another Pote holds magic sway.

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There was a time – the Noble mob
could see no future in the job.

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But now The Cabiri, tried and true
Past Potentate all, not raw nor new,
united for service to Temple and Shrine
that the lights of Mecca may ever shine.