Three Kings: A Social-Political Observation

Three Kings

Called to the eighth Henry’s bed,

A joy not delighted in.

Locked his Queen between four walls,

Isolated from family,

Such was the need for control.

His roving eye failed to sate,

But acceptable was the man’s philandering.

And when his wife was surly raped,

He destroyed her with courtly slandering.

And then came Philip the wayward sea farer,

Drifting from port to port.

Responsibility, a term unsung to his mind,

Hollow promises offered,

Such was the need for control.

His roving eye failed to sate,

But acceptable was the man’s wandering.

And when his wife’s time was late,

He destroyed her with courtly slandering.

Finally sly Caligula took top the throne,

Spawn of a twisted ancestry.

Devious and twisted a spell of deceit was cast,

Her innocence and innocents suffered,

Such was the need for control.

His roving eye failed to sate,

But acceptable was the man’s sickening.

And when his wife forced to escape,

He destroyed her with courtly slandering.

From the ashes of gas-lit imperialism,

A new joy did emerge.

The free man locked his soul-mate in adoration,

Safe from scars of yesterday,

Such was the need for consummation.

Their eyes locked spirit to soul,

And acceptable was their mutual understanding.

Deafening screams of suffering now dull,

He saved her with truthful reasoning.

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