The crown and the scepter is for one.
The crown will fit a head
And the sceptre the hand of
One the people so accept.
Fight the bearer of the crown
Yet fail at the authority of the crown.
Despise he who holds the scepre
But not at the sovereignty of his struggle
And the people’s will.
Those who try to confiscate
Run up the court to get a hold.
They descend mischieviously.
Alas, the scepter and crown tumble down the stairs.
They never will hold, not even the heirs.
Too hard too bad, next engage fruitful affairs.
©Daniel Oberko 2017
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