Herod and the Innocents

you build and create a palace 
where now you come and go 
on this your throne ashamed you sit 
because you do not know 

so when they come to ask of you 
where is this newborn king 
now call your lackeys to provide 
good news of which they bring 

the gifts and praise are not for you 
though these are all you seek 
they are meant now for someone else 
one humble low and meek 

the crown no longer on your head 
O King, fear now the dead