Loyalties
The King turned to the men to his left
To his right
And he asked:
Are you my men?
And they answered:
Not until you take your golden scepter to our heads
Will we take our copper scepters to our loyalties,
And so they rode
The race of man
Following their leaders over the cliff
The Diamond scepter of reality.
© Samir Georges
2010
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