King of the castle

A little poem I wrote a whole ago

King Of the Castle

  

King of the castle,

Follow my leader,
My leader is strong,
My leader is weak,
 
Play at hide and seek, with wrong and right
When one is one the others are out of sight.

Take your fragile paper crown,

Woven from morals and politics,
And burn it with your actions reacting
To your vituperative rhetoric.

To question is a fool’s game when ignorance is rife.
When one is one the others are out of sight.

You play at Queen of hearts,

King of ideas.
By fashioning your fragmented dreams,
You abuse a system created for truth.

Your words fall into place in another’s mouth.

When one is one the others are out of sight.

You absorb adulation and money like a sponge

Your faultless image is everywhere,
A wonder of your creation!
A Teflon coated image to swallow like a capsule.

This world is the adoring mirror of your own creation

When one is one the others are out of sight.

All I see is an image of you,

As you bend mine.
Are we all mere props,
To carry your fragile line?