When one is King,
There is the hidden acceptance.
That one must exist in all shapes and forms,
For those under your care.
For if one ignores the plight of the weak,
And those in need –
You have forgone your title in a pursuit,
Of greed and selfish desire.
All your power must be stripped from you.
Power is only for the worthy,
Those that use it in defiance.
Of the structures that be.
Those who protect the helpless –
Are one of very few exceptions.
When One Is King.
