Rebellion, or ride it out?

An ancient king a kingdom made
A latter one made said dismayed,
And though the loins of greatness spewed,
Thus came an issue weak and crude,
One people proud, of a nation famed,
Now forced to feel so ashamed,

Baron wastelands once green now dark,
To cnahge such wrongs, one needs but a spark,
And one day when that spark is lit,
Another shall come, one more fit,
If our hearts remain loud, our voices dumb,
Then from blood-tied loins where the tyrant did spew,
Let's hope greatness can spew anew.