Monday, January 17, 2011

For The One King I Would Honor

    Play Your Cards Right and Every City Will Have a Street With Your Name On It

I've never been impressed with Kings,
Their fingers clad in golden rings
Routinely kissed by sycophants,
Who bow and scrape and fawn and dance.

But at least one King earned his crown
By breaking ancient fences down,
Undercutting tenacious lies,
And opening many blinded eyes.

That's the King I'd get behind,
Who prevailed from strength of heart and mind
And not from incidental birth,
But he has long since left this Earth.

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