The Trials of the Buddha by Aidyn Smith

And the prince was sheltered in his city walls.

He lived his lavish existence in contented smiles.

One day he heard the sad mourning of pained and hopeful calls.

He heard the tales, felt the pain, saw the trials.

He journeyed through the palace's golden gates.

He wished to see all he could on this earth.

He carried no map, no compass, no coin for the fates

Of the River Styx, for he he could not journey there for his birth.

He learned of weakness, of humans, of moral lacking.

He learned of this and wished for power over men.

He picked up the phone and called his court for backing.

He saw only his goodness. He knew not of tragic sin.

He called to the people to support his moral campaign.

He did his best. He kissed the innocent and shook their hands to gain favor.

His old ways held not this new power and humility he feigned.

And the prince said nothing and was therefore called savior.