To Him Who Would Be King Poem by Captain Cur
To Him Who Would Be King
The old king fell victim to that dual pair,
Grandiosity of mind and ugliness of soul,
Bearing false witness to all whom will hear
Excreting edicts down a gold plated bowl
While singing his praises both selfish and droll.
An anomaly, wonder of an hour,
Every penny either given or stole
Sitting beneath a white crumbling tower;
Stripped of veneers, human kindness and power.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 5:08:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Does this refer to 'King' Boris I wonder, very apt poem.5*
Thanks for the comment David, I imagine this could refer to many bad kings, but this piece to the currently deposed American king.