His Mad Majesty

It is not a human duty, to defend the honor...the integrity, of a greater...but to uplift, support and protect the lesser, for we are not in this world, to take air's onto ourselves, but to learn to be shepherds of our flock. 

For, men become monster's, in the causes of gods and kings and prelate's...without, barest understanding of their purposes or needs, and in supposing...cause grievous harm, to many.

Where your prophet's are circumspect, and your leader's are bought, and their ears burn with the whisper's of devils, it is time to reflect on the path you have chosen, perhaps...turning round.

When your kings, and your generals...remain behind, preaching their ideals, securely safe in their citadels of grief, as better men fail...who took the lead, it is time to let the tower's fall.

When your clerics, robed and hidden...call, for you to stand, for a 'damned thing'...you know, as your conscience cries, that you should not go, but at all cost's, save the innocent from mortal loss.

These are the duties of a mortal man, and no higher...for you are lead round, by agencies of error, holding first, their own, in mind...and you, for cannon fodder.

Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: Merlin, of The Wood,artist unknown, google art