The King That Knew Not His Royalty - Poem by Martins Deep

The King That Knew Not His Royalty

Why dost thou mourn

A prince

to become

When nature calls you one

Worthy to bear the crown?

Seest not thou her bounties

As to kings?

Why regrettest being an inhabitant under the sun

That thou art born?

What ailest thee that thou criest to God

Like a lachrymose lad?

What brings the heavens joy

By thy discontented noise?

Seek not alone

My beloved,

Power to turn

Stone

Into gold

Nor sand into corn.

Thus do men shine

And are seen as divine

That with ashes

Paint a rainbow

Turning weaknesses

Into strenghts unknown.

Behold now I pray thee O man!

Gird thee thy loins

And take deceit by the mane

Like Samson

To the lion

And smite it

alone

For no man

Can

But thee.

No king

ever is born

With a crown

On his brow.

They grow

Till they are enthroned.

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