Cradle for a King

Everyone sees through you

How do you sleep at night?

Translucent eyelids don't keep out the light

Eyes that bulge apathetically

From your engorged (yet empty) head

Resting on a pillow bursting with dreams that will

never take flight

Songs that one time soothed their weary minds and tired

limbs

Become hauntingly, disturbingly, and loudly chanted

hymns

Frozen-hearted martyr-maker

What keeps you safe and warm at night?

A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor

Dyed and colored with the blood

That you robbed from prisoners and slaves

Admit it, you get off more when they are fighting to

escape

And what holds you up there,

High above the rest of us?

Mighty only if the sheets weren't pulled over your head

The posts of your bed carved

From the bleached bones of your dead

The faces of your apparitions dripping with the tears

they shed

This is where majesty lies awake feeling corruptly

luxurious

Is this where dignity lies awake? In a cradle fit for a

king?

Frozen-hearted martyr-maker

What keeps you safe and warm at night?

A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor

Dyed and colored with the blood

That you robbed from prisoners and slaves

Admit it, you get off more when they are fighting to

escape

You are not my hero; you're only my sovereign

I'm not encouraged to follow in your noble, shallow

footsteps;

Just expected to obey

And even though you're the one that represents all of

humanity

You are still only human

The backbone of immortality breaks every time:

Our fatal flaws turn to fatal lies