A modern king, he wears no crown but
true to tradition runs men ‘to the ground.
Men with ideas that fly high, he cages. There
the birds grow, and if after ages they escape
they are carried aloft by all they know. Still, it is
from prison to prison that they are released;
wings clipped, beaks broken, no power of speech.
Some flee, some are flayed, some heaven-bound
while others, afraid, live and die without sound.
The king outlives many. The king wants to thrive.
He’ll kill every man if it’ll keep him alive.