And so I’m crowned.

The Shah of my land,
The power of my father,
And for all his glory,
I shall remain devout.

These naggering old fools,
Intelligent and wise?
A stone could outwit the West.

To force them out,
To cause disruption,
I think not.

To hell with their policies,
I know my people,
They simply know not themselves.

Power hungry bastards,
They won’t take my glory,
And they won’t take our name.

Ignoring them all together?

A good plan,
And a confusing one at that,
The manipulative diddering old farts,
I’ll return the offer.

Delays, delays, I need delays,
Too much pressure for one man,
And now they’re allies,
Scared of a little fight?
I’m certainly not,
Bring on your forces,
Bring them in,
We are mighty warriors…

And so I’m crowned.

The Shah of my land,
The power of my father,
And for all his glorious days,
I shall remain devout,
My blood is his.

I’ll drink to health,
For I’m not an illiterate,
And yet I pray to god,
And am told to pray more.

And now,
After all we’ve done,
They quarrel with their own?
A colony of bloody vultures,
Glugging back their victory.

I may not be as wise as them,
But my time has not come!
Yet I’m tired?

I think I’ll rest.

You take control of the reigns,
I’m tired.