UN-CROWNED KINGS

Everybody wants to be king
They crown themselves by opining
And can only see everyone else’s sins

Everybody wants to rule
And conquer all with hypocrisy
They prate and condemn
While shielding their transparent sins

So many rulers make for a great din
Where nothing is gained
And illogical arguments create
Sectarian tragedies

It is a heaven for bullies
This cantankerous gathering
Of un-crowned kings
Enemies within
Enemies without
Everyone’s psyche is tormented
They all worry about invisible dangers
That they claim will snuff them out

Which asylum let these mad people out?

God above must
Look down on us in shame
His master plan will one day
Go up in flames
This purification will
Hopefully cast all the demons out
And knock these kings off their thrones