The King
June 28, 2013
A crown made of pride
glittering in the sunlight
Atop the head of a king
making short strides
His eyes are dark cameras
A mouth full of daggers,
His arms are long chains
that make his subjects stagger.
A king! A king!
So majestic is he
He is righteous and justly!
Or so he thinks..
Ruling a broken kingdom
Subjects protest wise decisions
and are punished on false or
petty crimes
A king! A king!
always kind and intelligent
Forget that his actions are belligerent
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