The bloody throne

The king sits on his throne, willing to watch his people die in war. There he sits, safe in his tower overlooking the people who call him “King”. Soon, with the soil turning crimson from the bloodshed of selfless fathers and the rivers turning pungent with the tears of sickly wives, the people began to that the man sat upon a throne of blood stained gold, and wore delicacies was no King, no God… but a man who took and never gave… a coward, a master thief of lives. Ignoring the pleas of his people, lives taken in vain… Will you simply continue to take when we have nothing to give?... take our land, our loved ones, our food for? In time’s like this, one must opt for the lesser evil… Save ourselves, or die by the hand of a man who falsely calls himself a King..