Poem - My Kingdom

Michael A. Rooker

Here is the shape of my kingdom,
Troubled beyond all recognition,
for I lacked adequate wisdom.
And so it arrives to this condition.

Once the most glorious and fearsome,
My kingdom suffers from its own attrition.
Once the most victorious and lonesome,
My kingdom lies in ruin of its own volition.

I had failed to prepare; this wasn't random;
It's my fault we fell to our stark opposition.
I'm sorry, but this type of thing happens seldom,
and now I've lead to my own deposition.

Because of my inaction, I've lost our freedom,
And this plague has reached its full fruition.
Because of my infraction, I've lost our kingdom,
And this shade has been given full permission.