What Makes The King Shiver

What Makes The King Shiver

A poem by Michael Joseph Farrelly

Imagine time can talk
And reveal what happened
Hist'ry will, choke and baulk
At how lies were fashioned

Where once they walked tall
These ghosts of spoilt past
A corpus to call
How Faux hist'ry was cast

Written laurels were paid
Great poets were feared
A craven coined blade
That sneered as it smeared

Yet the poet stayed humble
Common pen with no fee
Ink ready to rumble
A scourge who all see

The poet will question
And write what he sees
The truth is his mission
To satire their sleaze

What makes the King shiver
Is truth in a verse
His nostrils will quiver
Whilst his tongue it will curse

All reasons for war
Are not what you think
The bankers will pour
Your son's blood to drink

When point the gun down
Their pen will be raised
With the words of the crown
And the war will be praised

But there'll come a time
When the pitchforks say no
The noon bell will chime
And death they will know

Power's not permanent
Never was, never will
There's always opponent
And traitorous shill

The fever of power
Is potent, feels certain
You're feeding off fervour
Behind Satan's curtain

What made the King shiver
Was truth in a verse
His neck now does quiver
'round a noose with no purse

"What Makes The King Shiver" - My Inspiration

Narrative history and the lone voice of each common poet to power.

MJF

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