Succession

What if he were King,
Mightier than nations

Under which we’d unite
Despite counteractions?

His throne at the podium
Allowing others to speak –

Including all of the ones
Who before were meek.

A fair and gentle hand
Guiding worried lands:

One who understands
Love’s not contraband.

We do not need tyrants
Slaughtering innocents –

But a man who represents
Vanquishing the remnants,

Granting peace to prevail
As restores our Holy Grail

Where youth once lost
Revives to tell the tales.