They say when you’re a king,
Sometimes the best way to rule
Is that of an iron fist.
But he knows better.
Toss yourself from your throne,
And you come to realize that all the faults
Were your own.
In that, there is power.
The understanding of the self, of whatever lies beneath,
In his body, both sides carry something else.
So the next time he has to put on his crown,
The weight of the boom-clap in the back of his brain
Causing such a thing to tilt?
He finds there’s more power in a finger than the whole of his Fist.