Kings, Queens, and Jokers

The kings sits proud on his saddening  throne;
doesn't want to believe that he sits alone.
The only company he needs
are the bodies at his feet.

The queen of hearts has forsaken us all.
Ran from the kingdom in the pursuit of the fall
of the plans that never make it
and the people who just can't take it. (the silence)

We call in recruit of the jokers.
We call in recruit of the fallen who got back up.
We call in recruit of those who cite life as a reason to keep on living.
And we call in recruit of those who took death by the hand and told him everything was going to be okay.

The king is in denial of his lonely empty state.
and the queen of hearts is merely sad although she once was bright and great.
So we call in recruit of the jokers--
who are in denial of sadness.

The king moves in small, lumbering steps.
One by one others fall in front of him.
The queen moves predictably, confined to move straight.
She holds the power only to relinquish power at the first sign of trouble.
The jokers knock over the board
and declare that they are not game pieces.

We call in recruit of the jokers,
who may be players but refuse to be played.
We call in recruit of the jokers,
because life is a reason to live.
We call in recruit of the jokers,
to come when they choose and join when they please.

I call in recruit of the jokers,
I who raised the king and loved the queen.
I call in recruit of the jokers,
because in my hour of need--they have never been greater.