Saving the King

Wiping the cold sweat off my forehead Standing beside the dying king’s bed Thinking of a remedy while a sword Was pointed to my shivering neck I was praying not to fail, I begged the lord But how can I heal a man this old and sick? The tension was in the air Combined with stressing anticipation Their eyes angrily at me did stare Expecting me to bring him salvation! “If he dies, you die”, said the guard “So you better do your best”, he went on But what to do for an old dying heart? A heart of a tyrant that’s black and dun A tyrant who ruled us with injustice and suppression Who made us live years of starvation and depression How disgraced I am to be his royal physician! I’ve been praying to god for forgiveness and remission A tyrant who did everything to keep the crown And killed so many to save his throne and rod Who made horror in every city and town So nobody could to him object nor stood (He did all that to have authority and wealth But ironically he didn’t know how to keep heath He thought that he’d live and enjoy them forever Well, on that he doesn’t seem very clever!) But this Dark Age is finally to end The revolution started to rise I may do what I didn’t tend And I’m not sure if it’ll be so wise But at least it will be fair The revolution heat is everywhere So Apologizes to Hippocrates's oath (I think he’d forgive me, if he knew the cause!) He’d think it’s not a deed that’s moral But these values are merely oral And didn’t stop poverty nor hunger The people became full of hate and anger That their king ran over them with his horse And enslaved them with his vicious soldiers That he didn’t once hesitate to use force The people became martyrs by royal orders! “Come on, be quick” nervously the guard said I started to search for some death in my bag Then I spoke: okay, you can call the maid He went to bring her and they both came back On my way out I said: give him this three times a day And his majesty must in his bed lie (He won’t suffer much anyway, Because in two days time He shall die!)