The Good King

 

There once was a King and he was just,
He rebuilt kingdom and peoples trust,
Forging a democratic nation,
He listened to his population,
Holding court beneath oak and elm,
He brought law and order to his realm,
Still his populace was not appeased,
They demanded that the laws be eased,
So the King took some time to reflect,
Struck down all laws by royal edict,
He replaced the many with just one,
This he did with great apprehension,
The people spoke, he bade their command,
One law became law of the land,
The law was “Love and Respect All Things,
People are equal, peasants and Kings.”
Once again the people were not pleased,
Complaints were coughed and protests were wheezed,
“How does this law pertain to chattel?”
The people mooed like stupid cattle,
Reinstating old laws and adding more,
With iron fist enforced them o’er,
By populace King had been schooled,
People don’t want democracy, they want to be ruled!

From When Gods Fade to Myth By T J Therien

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