The King Is Dead
A poem on the occasion of the death of King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia.
Royal flag at half-mast flies
Forgotten victim sadly sighs
Only another despot cries
When a bloody tyrant dies
The great and good will eulogise
Sing loud his praise to blood-red skies
Soft-wrap his crimes in sweet disguise
When a bloody tyrant dies
Jail and flogging was the prize
For those whose voice and word defies
So must we now not criticise
When a bloody tyrant dies?
Keep alive financial ties
Watch the price per barrel rise
A show of grief keeps oil supplies
Flowing when the tyrant dies
Beheaded victims can not rise
To say good riddance not goodbyes
Speak truth through cant and fawning lies
So next it's tyranny that dies.
Royal flag at half-mast flies
Forgotten victim sadly sighs
Only another despot cries
When a bloody tyrant dies
The great and good will eulogise
Sing loud his praise to blood-red skies
Soft-wrap his crimes in sweet disguise
When a bloody tyrant dies
Jail and flogging was the prize
For those whose voice and word defies
So must we now not criticise
When a bloody tyrant dies?
Keep alive financial ties
Watch the price per barrel rise
A show of grief keeps oil supplies
Flowing when the tyrant dies
Beheaded victims can not rise
To say good riddance not goodbyes
Speak truth through cant and fawning lies
So next it's tyranny that dies.
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