Aflame

A king, a knave aflame
A bird, a wyrd, on fire
The weak, the quiet, the lame

Who says they are the same?
A melancholy choir
A king, a knave aflame

As one, the weary claim
The thieves give up a liar
The weak, the quiet, the lame

United in their shame
One watching sparks flash higher
A king, a knave aflame

The audience is tame
Meek, huddled, in the mire
The weak, the quiet, the lame

Superior, passing blame
Look on, a coward entire
A king, a knave aflame
The weak, the quiet, the lame