In a world not so long ago when men were men and honor was everything, there lived a people who were in need of a king, and a man who had a vision. Both parties took risks, saw benefits, and together they built a kingdom. The power of this kingdom was unlike any other kingdom known on earth for the people willed their rights to the king and he did for the people what no man, state, or organization could do. He gave them hope, restored dreams, and placed vision into the hearts of those who some called heartless.
On the eighth day of the seventh month in the year two thousand and ten that King walked away from his kingdom and his people were left desolate.
Who’s at fault? Who’s to blame? Was the king justified in walking away? As complex as simplicity may seem, the world tries to answer these unanswerable questions. Opinions will be made, theories can be developed, and skeptics will criticize, still most of the world lies indifferent and more have become apathetic. No matter your stance in this war of words, there is still a kingdom without a king. And I, I stay with the kingdom and leave that man to do as he will, denying not the power or autonomy that he will poses. I do hope for that which he felt he could not find with us. No matter what he does or the glory he posses; he is not my KING.
