Self-Imposed Idols. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The crowns and idols, dusty now,
A bygone age, we all allow.
The stories told of kings and queens,
Belong to books, to painted scenes.

If choice is clear, just one remains,
A republic built, where freedom reigns.
Then let the castles crumble down,
And comic kingdoms lose their crown.

A leader chosen, not by birth,
To serve the land, of humble worth.
A parent figure, guiding hand,
But power held, at our command.

If trust is broken, will is bent,
Their time is up, their mandate spent.
No endless reign, no iron fist,
By people's voice, they are dismissed.

The ancient ways, they hold us back,
A modern path, we must unpack.
Two thousand years, and still we wait,
To shed the past, and innovate.

T.M.Solvang