David the great leader

And so it came to be,
Three brothers and a sister
All flee,
A war split the family then each parted ways,

Several aeons past,
Each lived a life and changed in appearance

Brother Adam made crops
And fathered a son,
Worked for a living and
Earned a tidy sum

Brother Enoch,
He suffered and died for the gun,
He had many followers,
Many nameless men,

Sister Helen was sold,
A slave working for men,
A sad story,
But still one being told,

The youngest of them all,
Lilly faced David,

Grew up powerful,
Rich and famous,

And once upon a time,
There was a fair happy village,
And in the centre,
Each morning,
A crowd would gather,

For in the centre was a communal well,
Each man and woman could draw as they felt,
Deep beyond their knowledge,
The well delved for miles,

It was the source of community happiness,
A source of village pride,

No child went hungry,
No woman felt oppression,
No man felt another’s power
This village all worked together.

It was around these ages,
Whilst David was still young,
He heard a great commotion,
The village quarrels had begun,

Now here I must tell you that this was nothing new,
In fact every year,
The village quarrelled between itself,
A sort of balancing out,
A sharing of spiritual wealth,

But for David this was all new,
So he declared they needed a leader,
Someone like himself,

He opened there eyes,
To a great thing called democracy,
Each would have a vote,
Even those with eyes blinded shut,

Every morning,
Back at the well,
David would stand there,
Preaching to them of hell,

Change is what we need,
Reform from the old,
Vote for me I say,
I promise my weight in gold,

So the villagers quarrelled,
Also talked and shared a like,
The vote was just a day away,
The leadership was in his sights.

So it came to be,
David was crowned,
The village had its new leader,
How proud, how proud,

First call of action,
The quarrels must stop,
I promised my weight in gold,
I will hold you all to that,
The villagers never had a leader,
Not an official one,
Those duties went unnoticed,
Moral was their main man,

But now they had David,
Someone they could turn too,
So when one morning at the well,
The leader heard a cry,

His first course of action
(To prevent it from going dry)
A limit on its use,

Blacksmith,
Yes you over there,
Fetch me a cast iron lock,
And carpenter
Mend me a hatch,
For today is the day,
The well is locked on a latch,

I decree by the power in me,
That the well shall be monitored,
Each shall get a share,
But remember resources,
Are limited,

So the well they have relied on,
Was sealed off periodically,

David the great leader,

Speaking symbolically.