Classic Poem

We need a King!
A Man to wake our dreams;
For all the world is sick at heart
With screaming down the priests of Baal,
Who hold at least the greater part.

We need a King!
Not born among our rich,
For they have lost the tender mind;
Not nursed by noisy women, nor
Of those who weep, and yet are blind.

We need a King
With scars upon his hands;
But if one comes to take the throne,
I will demand to see his side
Before I make this King my own.

We need a King!
A Man to wake our dreams;
For all the world is sick at heart
With screaming down the priests of Baal,
Who hold at least the greater part.

We need a King!
Not born among our rich,
For they have lost the tender mind;
Not nursed by noisy women, nor
Of those who weep, and yet are blind.

We need a King
With scars upon his hands;
But if one comes to take the throne,
I will demand to see his side
Before I make this King my own.