[ChrisGeorge]

Richard Revealed

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
Pete Townshend

Where have my crown, my horse, my two feet gone?
To languish beneath a car park is not any kind of fun!
And to be from my regal birth right so foully divorced.
I am exhausted from breathing your infernal exhaust,
And I am tired from being run over by your tyres,
Worse, to be castigated down all time by a liar,
Still more—bored stiff by that boorish play
Scribbled by a two-bit player, alackaday!
Truthfully, I was a righteous, upstanding king!
I did not deserve to be condemned as a Thing,
And to be scorned as the world’s worst ogre.
Thank the Lord my days of ignominy are over.
Now the world will see me with new eyes,
No longer browbeaten, perchance even wise.

Christopher T. George