Beautiful home, with beautiful vistas
Mountains overlooking the twisty roads
Servants attending to every need
Hot roast and delicious wine for dinner
He could be a ruler, a dictator
Even a messiah
A kingdom created
Men bow before him
It could be a religious frenzy
Or fear of a tyrant’s wrath
A man of many faces
Stern, strict, commanding, dominant
But who else has seen the subtle shift
The crinkled eyes, worried mouth
A face of compassion
Yet innocent eyes can only see what is in front of them
A bubbly nose, a scarred forehead, a liver spot
This man, this person is not scary
He is not powerful
other would grovel, spend their lives
trying to see that face
but without the slightest hint of compunction
the bored child pushes him away
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