Across the water our King is performing his duty and sitting down with a man who has spent the last few weeks denigrating our country. Wide smiles are shown by all as they act out their parts, their true thoughts hidden. The world continues to teeter on the brink of something horrendous and the innocents continue to suffer.

We are a sad and brutal species still competing for prizes that are really not worth having.

Just the one word from Emily on this one but what a word it is!!

When kings sit down with presidents and pass the time of day
The poor boys waiting on the shore are lost for what to say
So they repeat the trusted lines that have been heard before
Not dealing with the problems that the people must endure

In the counting house the jester has been given one more chance
To offer up a grain of truth and start to prance and dance
But he remains impervious to their bitter coated smiles
And tells it as it really is with the honesty of a child

Young men in cheap suggestive suits with ties that barely match
Begin to turn the golden key that opens up the latch
And in walk the heralds of the night their trumpets by their sides
Ready to play a fanfare for the gathering of lies

Just when the nights approaching brings a promise of relief
The trumpeters start up and play the saddest of retreats
And the kings and presidents depart and go their separate ways
Nothing achieved or ratified just layers of delay