'the Balcony'
The King stares out, beyond the white balcony
While he sits in his golden throne
Looking over all that he owns and controls; which in the King's power-driven mind includes
the stars and galaxy
The King peers out, over the white balcony;
Hoping the: rustic, simple, plain folk do not discover his fallacy
The King gazes out, beyond his white balcony;
His power to be never overthrown
..lest a tragedy occurs due to the towns-people catching word
that their King is only to serve himself
And is not the ruler, that they deserve
No one to stare out, beyond the balcony;
For the King has been de-throned and literally thrown-over the balcony
With he and the power gone;
The village people march and parade on
With Hopes to find a man worthy enough to fill the empty, golden throne
And watch his kingdown flourish with focused, intent eyes
Behind the balcony which was once white
But consumed with greed and lies
Once white, the balcony will now be grey
That is, as soon as the paint dries
Copyright © Cw Buxton | Year Posted 2016
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