The Golden Room

Two thieving blasphemous men be found,
In a golden room, not of crown.
As kings they act, but they be not,
As one sits high on a faith he’s long forgot,
And the other a knave who nowt but wars begot.

In a golden room they stage a play,
Solemn acts for the world to gaze.
Words so fair for those in despair,
Could not have been feigned with greater care.

The golden room,
If truly could be seen,
Would cry and yell with painful screams.
Not a castle, but a cage,
For all who enter its golden gate.

-HSQ