I was once the head, the king.
The words I said, everything
was law and none dare fight it.
I was the dealer and rolled the dice,
dictated the fates, the fall and rise
of my kingdom’s enemies
and brought them down to their knees.
Now I’m but a lost pauper
due to an ouster mastered by those
whose greed was grossly overflowing.
Their hearts were loudly clamoring
for my head to be served on a golden platter.
But how can this repudiation be?
What have I done to deserve
this great insult given to me?
I have done my best to quench
all their thirsts and requests,
and yet their hunger remained unsatisfied.
I refuse to heed their craven calls.
I shall never sell my soul to those
whose eyes can only see gold,
whose hands can only hold
pieces of silver.
And now they feast, their hearts delight
to have my suffering on their sights.
This is the price I have to pay
to keep me from becoming
a puppet on their string.