Child King

Across from me sat the new emperor
Hardly thirteen
And I asked him why he cried
«No one stays around anymore, I cannot guess why
In my world, oh, they should try»
I asked «How loyal are your subjects?»
«Not,» was the child king’s reply; rarely would they comply
«I always search for new subjects, still I’m loathsome to try
If they served me too long they would fortify
«With all of my benevolence
There’s still no obedience
Or is it just coincidence
That everyone here’s indifferent?
So I must move on
«So I fear a dependence
Between my subjects and I
So if they leave me I won’t die
«I always search for new subjects
Still I’m loathsome to try
In my world they should try
«With all of my benevolence
There’s still no obedience
Or is it just coincidence
That everyone here’s indifferent?
So I must move on.»
…I'm sorry, that was bad…
…I don’t know how to laugh… it’s hard when somebody wants you to…