Obama My King
Obama My King
When God makes a plan for a king
It is God’s plan not the King’s
When a king strays from true purpose
As an unfavorable appendage growth
Turning asunder God’s intended nature for rule
Whereupon pompous self –gluttony bellows
Bellowing for greater power, for riches the more, or forever lasting glory
Doth not a King make unfavorable war with patriots of his sovereignty?
For as a King demands thou shall- when God said thou shalt not
What citizenry stands silent for such self-proclamations?
When the king’s words bare no desirable fruits
How doth the Kingdom’s subjects eat?
When only the influential- whose lips whisper directly into the King’s ear
Or only the Dukes and Earls with deep pockets afford the King’s favor
Doth the King’s jester make gayety the suffering of his common
And grow tiresome of the hunger’s plea , or the widow’s need,
Will not the laymen’s voice be heard above the ten percent?
As a King sets forth his intention but nay a one becomes reality
Doth not the people cry into their Lord God for a savior?
A new King!
A better King!
A righteous King for the people!
For this pompous King has short number his days like morning dew on Mayflies’ wings
Now doth the citizenry gather at the King’s gate shouting!
We of November will remember!
And purge thee from thy thrown!
Copyright © Mark Goodson