They say one king is mad. Perhaps. Who knows? <br />They say one king is doddering and grey. <br />They say one king is slack and sick of mind, <br />A puppet for hid strings that twitch and play. <br /> <br />Is Europe then to be their sprawling-place? <br />Their mad-house, till it turns the wide world's bane? <br />Their place of maudlin, slavering conference <br />Till every far-off farmstead goes insane?<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-knows-2/
