"I want,
I want,
I want"
The King
shouted his demands.
The lackeys trembled,
stuttered:
"Sire, what do you want?"
"I want
everything I behold,
all the land,
all water,
every piece of sky and air,
all the black gold,
no exceptions"
A quick huddle,
an impromptu meeting,
lackeys said:
"Sire, consider it done"
As they were departing
one dolt asked:
"..but shouldn't we do
public consultation?"
The King turned around,
his voice thundered:
"I am the State,
my wishes come with
'national security' embossed.
The people have chosen me to think.
I shouldn't ask them to do my job."
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Unfortunately all too true, no metaphor needed disrobed the king has no cloths.
Please accept my gratitude for your read and comment. Thank you 🙏
It is my pleasure
And so it came to pass - someone voted for in what is laughingly called democratic elections becomes what is laughingly called President and transmutates itself into King.
And we all have witnessed what happens then: 'Shit!' cries the King and all his loyal subjects strain with all their might.... (an oldie but relevant !)
Increasingly democracy is being utilised to manufacture monarchies without the expense of war. The intersting part is how we embrace one and bad mouth the other - though their impact on us seem to quite similar.
I don't think too many people have the desire or stomach to even confront the question - you and very few are the exception.
Thank you for your read and support 🙏
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