Long Live the King

They marched in millions chanting down the street, Their captured likeness published in the Post. Rewarded citizens retake their seat; (His subjects satisfied) They brag and boast. They file back inside their business park, No choice when keeping families afloat; "At least on 'Climate Day' I made my mark, At least that little history I've wrote." The King in roars goes stomping through this place; He rends the trees and tears at mountain skin. His human guards asleep in drunken space, From royal gifts of blackened fossil gin. An oiled Curse doth reign; the Earth He wrecks. This evil Thing. Tyrannosaurus Hex.