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!