365 Poems in 365 Days: True King

How shall we know when the true king has come
A monarch who can heal and sooth pain?
Those who talk when they should listen struck dumb
Troubles ended and prosperity reigns

A monarch who can heal and sooth pain
Helping us see the things we need to do
Troubles ended and prosperity reigns
A fresh start we can make everything new

Helping us see the things we need to do
Our worst selves forgotten as our best selves sing
A fresh start we can make everything new
The kingdom it’s people not just the king

Our worst selves forgotten as our best selves sing
Those who talk when they should listen struck dumb
The kingdom it’s people not just the king
How shall we know when the true king has come?




This has been brewing for a while. What with the new prince, and the changing of the monarchs in Belgium and the Netherlands, not to mention the Pope's abdication, the question about what a king is, and means and so on has been discussed here and there. This is not quite what I intended at the start; it's certainly not everything I have to say on the topic. Number 114.

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