It was with great civility that the oppressor ruled, Dazzling Despot in fine palace was both cultured and schooled. He’d read the great philosophers from seven continents but found Antarctic treatises both cold and pedantic. An iron fist in velvet glove was view he had of self: He ruled with utmost certainty as knew he was top shelf.
On Saturdays he did invite his subjects to partake debate egalitarian- Illuminate opaque! It was with greatest courtesy discussions they were held our Prince to pauper did present discourse unparalleled. Grand Despot would wait patiently for subjects to declare their grievances and desires long as politely aired.
Our Despot listened carefully from atop his high thrown and throughout seven continents his debate skills were known. Our King with flaming phoenix quill would carefully take notes, he listened not to make amends but with his words garrote. For every single syllable of dissent that he heard he had a cutting argument that proved other absurd.
From apex of his pyramid he thought the world looked grand and gladly suffered these debates to keep his upper hand. It was with utmost certainty of Divine Right of Kings our Dazzling Despot did dispense justice through his rulings. With condescension did mete out to those who failed to see that Divine Despot surely ruled superiorly.
It was with show of courtesy our Great Prince did maintain his people quite subservient- egalitarian! Though King’s court met regularly on the week’s seventh day strange circumstances did dictate a schedule change one May. Penultimate day of the week, its date was the thirteenth, Dazzling Despot had no portent about shot from the breech.
A ruddy rowdy ruffian into King’s court did step and despite calls for courtesy continued with contempt. Our ruffian he did declare sans sophistication the perils of kowtowing to blight that ruled his nation. Our Dazzling Despot was incensed by untamed rhetoric and ordered the man burned at stake for being heretic.
When King removed his velvet glove off came all pretense too our blazing, burning martyred man was revolution’s fuel. The peasants all were revolting till King had had enough and it was then the King revealed was made of firmer stuff. The soldiers and the palace guard went on a killing spree which ended the lying pretense of flat society.
No happy ending to this tale what were you thinking, bub? That those in power are benign and hearts are filled with love? No matter great civility with which oppressors rule nor how dazzling our Despot is just cross him you’ll be schooled. An iron fist in velvet glove in our most benign states. but if you look beneath facade most rule by fear and hate.