Sonnet #389

People who dream of kingdoms should not

Have them. Yet, those who dream

Of kingdoms go and get them, it seems

The conundrum of kingdoms, the blot

Against all empires, and eventually 

The doom: to own the world requires

Someone who would gladly unsire

To their own vine, their own fig tree

Otherwise what comes is someone

Who thinks they would own it better

And they desire to save the kingdom

By taking it over, and they want your

Blood to mingle in the soil, their kingdom

Will be better, but by night a thief comes