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The Tenure of Kings

Come and hear the tale of a falling

This failure of a king, his story appalling

Come and hear of his last moment's calling

This man whom we once called our king.

 

A mad king anointed with power in mind

Crowned by desperation, crowned by the blind

A tyrannical king; No worse will you find

For this man is a servant of Hell.

 

He comes and he swears in God's holy name

To cater the people and lands that they tame

But it's I who knows of his little game

The political regime that he runs.

 

He sits on his throne and barks at his men

Demanding the whys and demanding the when

Slowly but surely he wears the string thin;

For the people may tolerate so much.

 

He works through the town, donning his crown

A hat that is envied by all in the town;

For the man is rich, the man is renowned!

This man whom all call their king.

 

Beneath him men die, but criminals don't pay

Put them to death, that's what I say!

This kings way is in no way the right way

But we the people can do naught but pray.

 

But good men exist, whom jail the unjust

Good men who work to earn the town's trust

And these good men speak out, shaking out the dust

And speak out against their king

 

The king starts to fear, his gate is now closed

And he starts to regret the options he chose

And now by good men this king is deposed

By good men this king is denied.

 

Now we call him a tyrant, we call him a fake

We spit on his image, his throne we forsake

We take up our arms, pitchfork and rake

And march to his door to knock.

 

Some killed by guards, but good men prevail

And blood rains down like late Summer hail

And in the end we hear the king wail

His death is announced the next morning.

 

Good men cheer and king's men glance back

Wondering what it was the mad king lacked

Though who didn't expect his castle ransacked

For was not the king of the wicked?

 

It matters not in the end, you will find

Good men un-knotted this terrible bind

They laugh and jest at history behind

And cast themselves to a new king.

 

But this ballad of history will soon be repeated

For in the halls of recurrence it is seated

This tragic comedy of rulers so heated

This tragic tale of a king.

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Published
May 5, 2013
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