King Andy The Xii Poem by Adrianne Quinlan

King Andy the XII so wealthy and wise
Came upon his subjects in wanderer's guise.
And with serene look and with somber voice
Spread the word of a brand new choice.

'Stop our eternal struggle, ' his subjects cried.
'So many peasants have already died,
Struggling to provide for his majesty, the king.
With single-mother's voice we solemnly sing.'

Willing to grasp at the merest crumb
The weary subjects were eager to succumb.
To the kind wanderer's words did they heed?
And for eternal peace, relinquished their greed.

So the people hoped for happiness in other places
And the king looked down and laughed in their faces.