The King of Politics

When the common man

Lays down at night

He dreams of many things.

Of wealth and fame

And divine right -

To wield the power of kings.

To shape the world as he sees fit

For others to achieve their destiny

But the common man

Makes a common mistake

In supposing his rule is free.

Courtiers and foreign princes

Who all surround his throne

All hold his ear to insure

His power is never his own.

To help the mother of a bastard child

Or feed and shelter the starving masses

He has to barter souls with devilish men,

Placate and serve the upper classes.

So if I had the power of kings

Even if just for awhile

I'lld throw down my crown,

Abandon my throne

And gladly live in exile...

In protest.