By Tim Pekin
A LAMENT TO KINGS ALL
It’s as if some kings have never been not
Attracting the strong, the poor, the traditional hero’s lot
Unearthing dreams on a quest for the Holy Grail
Performing epic deeds for the populace to hail
They lead their men into battle, at the fore
Mercurial imposing figures, creating folklore
Their minions following bravely, loyal, and awed
Knowing this day, they too had soared
Yet deep down kings are merely men
Garbed and entrusted with superstardom
Held gloriously aloft like trophies until tragedy strikes
Then regaled with disappointments and dislikes
And dare we forget those queens and princesses
Who weave into court and not shyly add their dresses
T’is a pivotal role enchained by primal emotions
Has not a king before slipped in his private devotions?
Though sadly when proud fighting men with strong ties
Red eyed and stubborn uncover the deceit and lies
Proclaim the king has gone too far cast him out
A scandal to reverberate throughout the kingdom no doubt
The people blister and burn with voyeuristic views
Yet can’t get enough of this royally human news
Throwing stones at the pedestal of adulation and fame
Mock faces, mock feelings, freshly anointed with shock and shame
Therefore if you are not a man blame the king
And if you are not a woman go ahead and slay him
Strong opinions are formed in an atrophied armchair
And in bed at night did you not once dream you were heir?
And though the king’s name briefly reigned again
It was another land and the cloak he wore seemed foreign
We watched and waited, and even hoped as well
But ironically the fat lady came forth and gonged his bell
We move on, there is more to life we’re not deluded
It’s not an epic it’s just a game and the king has concluded
Yes one of the greats and sure he fell, but not on his own,
So we remember, once upon a time, the King had flown
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