How the World Should Work

I spent an hour in high tower

And looked across the way

I wondered how the people now there

Think, or what they’d say

Has the King done all the things

He promised for the land?

Or are the rings of songs he sings

For he, his court, his Hand?

Are the fields, the crops they yield

Well tended in his care?

Or when it’s peeled, that outer shield

Is famine here to bear?

Is ever it the right endeavor?

Which path shall we take?

The one we’re on shall soon be gone

And all is what’s at stake

Guard it well, and when you tell

Say every word aloud

When such a force sets on its course

The King will hear the crowd

A deafening roar that settles scores

So oft, has been the way

Now is our time to write the rhyme

Of how we’ll live, today