Look upon the king
Sitting high above
The cardboard throne painted gold
With the lies of hate
Held up by the bodies of those killed to make it
Rubies forged in their blood adorn his head
In the fragile peace
Broken hands holding him up
Believing everything will be fine once he’s up above
The words twisting their reality
As those below scream
Muted by guns
Down
Down
Down
We fall
If we disagree
The guns come for us
Preventing our words of water
From melting his place
Fear is his law
Upon the cardboard throne
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