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And shall the king return
To this great land
So loved by god?
Too many years we’ve wandered
Aimless in our emptiness
Without a hope or leader
In our sight
Democracy just another word
For delusion
So shall he yet return?
And shall the king arise
To greet the day
Annointed here?
A once and future promise
Yet to be fulfilled
Each passing year?
The faithful wait and the faithless
Yet abide
So how may he return?
Kingdoms rise
They drown, they burn
So how may he return?
(c) Helen Valentina 2017
helenvalentina 
Good one, Helen.
Thanks John! 🙂
🙂
Nice evocation…..
Thank you! 🙂