The Beefeaters' Dilemma

The Beefeaters' duty is to serve,

But one question burned within:

Is the King truly worthy

Of this loyalty we give him?

The Beefeaters stand tall and proud,

Guarding the royal throne,

But within the walls of the palace,

Our doubts have grown.

We are told to follow blindly,

To honour and obey,

But is the King truly just,

Or do his actions stray?

I see the suffering of the people,

Their cries for help ignored,

While the King lives in luxury,

Their plight is deplored.

I am torn between duty and conscience,

Between loyalty and truth,

For my King is not the benevolent ruler,

That I thought he was in my youth.

But if I speak out,

Will I be cast aside?

A traitor to the crown,

No longer a trusted guide.

So I stand at my post,

Silent and conflicted,

Wondering if my duty

Has truly been fated.