Democracy And Kings

You got found
With sand on your breath
Laced with dust, shake your shawl
Wash your hands

You could use a drink

We got drawn by the spires up high
Crushed by nothing
That was never found

You could use a king
Right?

You got tired of democracies
And votes and treaties
You got tested by the overchoice
Of a million thoughts

You could use a king