High Castle

It’s funny,
How scientists say we see more blue light in a day,
Then the sun,
It’s astonishing to think just how much we can innovate.
I’ve been studying a lot of medieval history lately,
From the collapse of the Romans till the age of discovery,
And you know what our greatest invention was in that span of 1000 years?
Gunpowder.
A substance with limitless abilities,
With this discovery came the first musket.
Within a second a human being could cease to exist,
From a ball,
smaller than your thumb,
With this discovery,
Noble nights became honorless murderers,
Sheep slaughtered by the wolf of war
Tossed like trash into the depths of hell,
You may blame the sheep for this vile act of sin,
But what of the shepherd meant to keep out the wolf,
The King
He sits in his high castle as men are slaughtered
Tips his glass to controlling a few 100 more acres of land,
Each acre of that land lay the lives of thousands,
So as I visit the land of the fallen and hear the mumbling madness of melancholy throughout the men,
I pour a glass of wine for each one of their deaths,
Because as they lay dead and helpless,
I have gained power.
I sit in my high castle and wonder,
How boring it must be to be a sheep
When you can be the shepherd.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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