He stands in the position
Of ultimate truth
Because the bane of honesty
Is having to choose.
It is not enough to know
Left or know right
It's taking a path
Then staying to fight.
He could not foresee
The wind's mighty disease
So, he opts not to do what we want
Instead, what we need.
Could you handle that power
Or wear such a crown?
And still lead a people
While they hurl insults and frown.
Now put down your rocks
Go elect him your slave
And while you cower with fear
Four more years he'll be brave.
