When judgement comes
The People are shrunk unconsenting.
All decisions are attachments to the rule.
That life does not hold Court for the powerless.
King’s come to their Kingdoms
Over and above the level people
By blade and harshness.
There is little Divine or Rightful.
For such is the burden of harshness,
That they, the people contract once again,
Into their shell and like limpets,
Hold fast to their lowliest position.
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