Ambassadors

well, well...

I guess I shouldn't be surprised

the angel and the devil

fully realized, standing at my door

both penitent, level, head-to-head

pontificating of duty

to the absentee father

one of repentance

the other of rebellion

threatening terrible calamity

but you both are

…pathetically vulgar

insisting that I in my (let's face it) glorious style

should pick a side

while you had danced your war

across the bones of my kith

scattered our bodies with stones

prayed to your respective gods

while we prayed for mercy

but answer came there none

and when I stood there, one

alone with no more to bury

why is it that I should happen,

to stumble upon that great weapon?

such a thing I swore I would never use

and here you are standing hand-in-hand

buttering me up oh so grand

save the people, save the land

while you aim my crosshairs at each other

with your trigger fingers twitching

figuring you’d be stitching 

history’s tapestry together

you, Penelope?

waiting for your long lost lover to return

and oh, those promises you make

the threats you hedge

layered on like frosting all too much

on a sickly cake wedge

rich and thick

you offer gold

but you offer dick

you offer power

but you offer peace

no

you have nothing I want

make your promises

blubber your threats

we three know the truth

that you are as empty

as the seat your father left behind

and your war the same

for you and your kind

two pretty kings each with one eye

all-seeing for the blind

but you have not bothered to see the coming storm

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