Who Would Be King
How times change but don't
for the populace of self made clones
by the past and mistakes often made
of the outcry for the poor and eager on parade.
Surely politicians rise with good intentions
but the party line becomes circumventing
as promise and hope quickly erode
with the campaign promises no longer heard.
Where is the America of dreams
where one could rise beyond the immoral screams
of the famous and the rich bathing in power
who have egotistic goals set in closed off towers.
Look to history and its multitude of lessons
unless each speak out with logical concessions
a president who would be unquestioned king
bears no one honor but self determined responsibility.
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