It seems to me
Is lesser than purveyors
of soliloquy.
Fancy dress and great food
A comfort no doubt
but the immorality of wealth at waste
puts such comfort right out.
But with such power, I will not lie
Great dreams may I see then
Rather I would be weak than tithe
to masquerading holy men.
Ever right and never wrong
no man could live a way
to claim power from divine
as a need to, in power, stay.
Responsibility, to keep and maintain
a line of blood and sons
To train them up for your same life
with their freedom little to none.
In fear every day, of my own heirs
Poison and blade and bow
Status and power ever attract
Drastic measures and tactics low.
Yes, to be a great monarch
seems lesser to me
than to be a small author
of poetry.
Ever right and never wrong
no man could live a way
to claim power from divine
as a need to, in power, stay.
Responsibility, to keep and maintain
a line of blood and sons
To train them up for your same life
with their freedom little to none.
In fear every day, of my own heirs
Poison and blade and bow
Status and power ever attract
Drastic measures and tactics low.
Yes, to be a great monarch
seems lesser to me
than to be a small author
of poetry.
Your poetry, sir, is indeed an intriguing analysis.
ReplyDelete