Faith

In the palace of marble white
He performs the holy rites
Kneeling in front of the gods to bless his name
In the incense smoke and the bright flame

A choir of priests sing hymns of praise
Of gods that created the earth the the sky
The king moves his gaze towards the heaven
In hopes his reign, they will sanctify

While he prays, the subject weep
Homes in ruins, no grain to eat
The earth lies barren, the seeds they sow
Bear no fruit and barely even grow

The people protest to ears that are deaf
They bear the burden of his fame
While he in his comfort, seeks to find
Eternal glory for his name

His unecessary expeditions and wars
The countless young men that died
Yet in the hall, he declares it as just
And still wants his reign to be sanctified

Far better is a godless man
Who lives by ethics and not by creed
Than the ruthless fanatic who
Shows his faith by violence and greed
For a skeptic man all alone
Outshines the tyrant on his throne