A Call To Honor
Sad is the lonely King who has no heart
Who sits on his throne with anger and hate
Where weakness obeys and plays its part
To bow to their King who will subjugate
People traded fear for the racist man
He mastered deception with hidden deeds
Conquered weak minded when his lies began
As a thirst for power fulfilled his needs
He strangled the truth with words that are false
As his kingdom erupts with hateful eyes
Majority see his manner repulse
All but this King his followers despise
A call to honor its strength reliant
This self-proclaimed King, we rise defiantly
1/30/17
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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