Plain and Sensible

My demands are not outrageous, but plain
And sensible, legitimate and fine:
You give me back the kingdom that was mine,
Allow the green songbirds to fly again,
And all the vineyards bask in gentle rain.
The multitudinous seas incarnadine
That I have seen behind your eyes, the sign
Of failure, will abate, as will the stain.

The slain will rise, the conquered will not rest
Disdained and unavenged, the cruel, the mean,
The wicked, and the unabashed will keen,
Mourning their losses, while real goodness, blessed
And succoured, will now reign, with renewed zest,
If you will only give up all you’ve been.