Kings will allow in what makes them look good – or giggle –
And behead anyone smarter than they are – it’s God’s will –
For life must revolve around something – we will have found
Inspiration, all of us, from the gifts of the crown,
The way he conjures heaven and the world in his mind.
But the king is just a middle-man, on either side
There are secrets, the underground and celestial
Hosts hold hands to guard the truth that’s unconditional.
The king dispenses only what’s allowed to be known,
For each must bear a silence that’s all his or her own.
Don’t look upon the sad and stupid king with pity,
For you too look away from what is not yours to see.
You too spend regret on all missed opportunities
As if you hadn’t let them go like tolls at parting seas.
