He was the son of a powerful man
Who ruled the land with an iron hand,
And his son found this hard to understand
Why did he choose fear as a tool to rule,
He saw his father’s way as the way of fools
One day he thought when itsy turn to rule,
I’ll treat my people well and educate them all
I will gain their alligence through live and compassion,
Teach them tolerance and understanding
We’ll make peace with all their neighbours ,
And we’ll strike up trade deal
That benefit everybody equally,
So there will be no need to steal
In a society where everyone cares,
He told this to all his subjects out there,
And they could not wait until he ascended to the throne
Then one night in his chambers while sleeping alone,
He was taken by a sharp flashing blade
His bed now fully blood stained,
As his father stood watching from the doorway
He hung his head in guilt and in shame,
For he could not let his son rule this way,
Fear and terror was all his father knew
And he knew this day would come
As he saw the way that he grew,
Just like his mother who had also been slain
The blood again on his father’s hand along with the shame,
By that self same sharp flashing blade.
And he told his subjects his son had died peacefully in the night
Struck down by an illness or maybe some kind of blight,
And the hope and the dreams in his subjects eyes
Began slowly to fade, until there was no light.
This is what happens in the end,
When dreamers and lovers are seen as a threat,
In the brutal military style mind,
There is no room for being kind
So he used fear and terror because he was blind
To everything outside his tiny little mind,
That sees how fighting and killing buys him more time
In the reign of his brutal bloodline,
Where millions had been killed through wars designed
To keep all populations in check,
This man who killed his own son who he perceived as a threat
So had him killed while asleep in his bed,
In a realm where nobody lived happily ever after in the end.
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