Kings used to dream of autonomy
and grasp at power like swords from stones.
Now, rulers creep beneath
moth-eaten veils of freedom,
trembling at the feet of
super-men who drink their power
out of cardboard containers.
Bucks blithely traded to the stars,
borrowed from the treasure of tomorrow,
would-be royals play their world away,
reckoning yesterday’s rules will reward them.
MNA 5/5/2016
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