Words were once no more than shapes

like humans formed from lowly apes,

who dragged their violent knuckles down

yet rose to Coronate a Crown.

 

Beneath such weight the mind succumbs

with pummelling fists its reason numbed,

from apes to men cruel jungles rise

to build fine cages full of lies…

 

bejewelled and vast with gold adorned

the “Uneasy Head” lies severed, scorned…

by blade and greed evolved through time

this incarnation, our gravest crime.

 

 

“Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown”

 

There is no specificity intended in these lines regarding any particular seat of power. The observation is toward the corruptible nature of power itself.