The King's Fear
All ears are poised to heed him, the one who bears the crown,
Whose duty is to country, and life is honorbound,
Who can’t command himself, yet who command was thrust upon,
Whose voice represents a nation, but can’t utter a simple song,
His lips begin to part, but fear again prevails;
Hesitation steals the moment, his courage begins to fail.
But how does one summon courage, find the light in endless dark?
When one's words have fled the body, and it comes their time to talk,
The man looks deep inside him, draws out the power of his class.
He conquers trepidation, so his terror begins to pass.
His lips again start parting, words flow plenty and quick;
“In this grave hour...”
Long live King George the sixth.
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