The Fools Cycle
He’s up there,
Sitting
On his kingly throne,
Reducing
All the things you own,
Berating
Everyone you know,
Elevating
Babies just for show.
He debates
What to make you do,
Animates
What he wants from you,
Communicates
His speeches from the loo,
Elates
With words bathed in poo.
Be brave
with him and risk it all,
Wave
and smile since that’s your role,
Pave
His fame into the wall,
Save
Heads rolling through the hall.
Our People
Want to skin him alive,
Illegal
He seduced our wives,
Sheeple
Only want to thrive,
Feeble
Knives blunt like their lives.
We Announce
A Revolution through the streets,
Denounce
And protest with every shriek,
Trounce
Our oppressor at his peak,
Pronounce
A friend that whispers words we seek.
The King is dead, long live the King,
It’s a cliché we all like to sing.
The statue brought down with a bang,
Old man it’s high time you hang.
There are no more worries,
Our pillows soft like clouds in children’s stories.
Serenading our new leader’s call,
All for one and one for all!
For he's one of our own,
He’s up there,
Sitting
On his kingly throne.
-Jamkayyos
Posted Oct 26, 2022, 5:13 PM UTC