Your Post, Your Time

Don't you weep,
My king,
show them courage
show them your pride
Don't show weakness,
Your Highness,
don't give an inch.

If it were easy,
my master,
then any lay person
would be on that
throne,
but no, it's you
your destiny, of the lineage
of God
that grants you
your post,
Oh King,
don't you weep.

Your decisions are written
in stone
your decrees, mandatory
all who love you
will follow where you lead them

Forget that you're just a man,
forget that there's human
frailness in you.
Your people, oh King,
need you.
Don't you weep.

Dole out consequences
with an iron rod
kill your opposition
and leave no rebellious
heart, unpunished
For you, great and mighty king,
deserve allegiance,
deserve all the respect
and responsibilities of your high chair

Citizens come and go,
and while your decrees
may cost the lives of many sons ,
Your country will be safe.
While your decisions
may kill many women and men,
think not of them as individuals,
think of the greater good of your kingdom.
for you will be remembered for your
courage, oh king.

Don't you weep,
you lion of a man
Don't show weakness,
Don't give an inch
forget the lives lost-
clothed in gold and purple riches,
wealth upon the backs of the dead and dying,
Don't you weep,
as you sit on your throne,
this is your time
and by God,
you will be remembered for it.
~Brittany
9/24/10