as the outstretched arms rippled towards and away
from the golden hero, the shining god.
Adrift in the crowd, he came like a ship
sailing through the town on glory
and worshipping hands.
Let the town rejoice.
The day is new.
There is a king to rule
a duty to perform.
How eagerness grows from chaos
for the voice that claims to know
the way things should be
and calls himself king.
Let the fox eat the new grapes.
The fool dance through his belled shoes.
The children run rampant in delight.
The war is over and what he says is true.
Sing and lift the new king high
call out your joy and delight.
He calls himself the sun
and he has brought us light.
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