National Security Poem by M.L. Squier

The King is not dead!
Long live the King!
Isn't that what you said?
Isn't that what you meant?
But, O, how so, so decadent is this
White kingdom now,
This white kingdom, God-sent?
O, yes, the king is dead!
The great, proud, loving king
(But did he ever exist except
inside your breast?)
Was he ever White King of Innocence?
But let not the body of state
Or its dying body-politic sever our souls.
Instead, let's sing, 'The Queen lives!
The Queen is alive! '
But shall the holy queen ever be President
To keep a throne of light and tenderness?