Princepality (to Machiavelli)

Divine right
Reinforced by steel
Drawn over rocky paths
On golden carriage wheels
While servants bring your meals

War-hardened and cruel
Or weak and pampered grace
We simper to your face
While plotting your betrayal
To reassure our place

Born to power
Schooled in diplomacy
Forged in battle
Or burdened by hypocracy
A slave to the beurocracy

Will you rise like Alexander?
Or fall like Napoleon?
How many battles have you won?
And do you have a son?
When will your time be done?



ShadowOcean
09-2005