There is too much at stake.
My friend, we stand the same as you
We see how tyrannical he is
How he hides his evils
behind a veil of calming lies
"This is for you. Protection, my children."
Protection for whom, you cry?
Those deemed perfect by him, of course.
All else are unworthy of the Cruel Man's sight.
We see how strong they have gotten
But we have become stronger as well.
If we wanted
We could strike him down
Watch him crumble at our feet.
But what, then, my friend?
A child would take his place
Weak and easily molded to the same forces we defeated
Or worse yet
Something far more unfortunate than what we know of.
Would that truly be better?
Such a young creature
It would crumble even quicker than the Cruel Man.
Justice, or mercy?
Is it true justice, though, to let something so foul
So dishonest rule us?
But is it mercy to let us be managed by a child
One who would lead us to our deaths
Thinking it the wisest, safest thing?
Do you honestly want the blood of your followers
Staining the small hands of the person you put on the throne?
Too much can go wrong, my friend.
We shall wait until he
The Cruel Man
Forces our hand.
Well, that was a little piece of political poetry. I'm writing something not so dull as I type this, and if anyone would like to beta it, that would be a great favor. So, constructive criticism is always appreciated, and maybe we could do a little debate as follow up? I'd like to meet more of you!