Parable

You’ll be ever hearing, never understanding
That’s why I speak in parables

A people dealing with the death of their king
In search of his heir soon to rule everything
His land filled with gold and with riches galore
But choose by [?] was the method before
And the title of the kings to the prince from the shore
Gifted with fame and with riches galore
Tore from the cloth of his father before
Scorned by the poor for he lived by the sword
So this prince would claim he came from the Lord
Men could only see the grief coming more
Fought yet another prince to rule for sure
This prince who swore he would score for the poor
Men undecided could be either or
4-0 days and the princes wage war
The tribes decide as the prince from the shore
The prince for the poor is upset and he saw
This was unfair he declares in a war
5-0 tribes some unaccounted for
“Let’s fight again,” spoke the prince for the poor
Prince from the shore raised a sword saying, “sure”
After the war was the prince from the shore
Again with the window the tribes were [?]
“Lord,” he would plea, “I have come of the Lord”
“Sure,” they would cry, “you have lied, you’re a fraud”
Sore was the prince from the shore so he swore
I’ll sway the minds of the rich and the poor
Such was a time when the kingdoms of fore-
Lands from the East sought revenge from before
These Eastern kings saw the prince from the shore
Now as the king as his father before
So they attack even rich and the poor
“Now is my chance,” says the king from the shore
Raising his sword in the name of the Lord
War he declared for the East he deplored
Now all the rich switch quick with the poor
Praise to our hero, the king from the shore
Now they believe he is sent of the Lord
No one remembers the prince from the poor
No one remembers his father before
Minds have been swayed to the ways of the sword