the brooding youth
the withering man
the slaves of the king
Controlled and conquered
with power unbounded
ensnaring mankind
leaving them disturbed
The need is real
The dreams are real
The king shifts focus
All turn unreal
The few at mercy
the king pardoned
Tramples and treads
the unfavourable lot
The rule is unfair
But the charges are fair
Those unfavoured
Forever in dispair
The king is biased
Should be removed
But how can we succeed
If we are devided
